Castle on Solid Ground

Huh. Listen up. The world shrinks down to these four fluorescent miles.

We're counting minutes, counting casualties, counting the blows. They built this kingdom gilded in

gold, but the system is what shows. Drop the textbooks, hit a roar.

This is the final exam now. Yo. The bell is

the trigger, the cafeteria's the gauntlet run. Trying to balance the image,

dodging shots from everyone. The clicks of the borders, the varsity jacket,

the National Guard. Holding patents on popularity, keeping everyone barred. I'm stuck in

the hallway, static, reading the subtext, parsing the stairs. Flipping through notes,