School Days And The Repetitive Bark Poem by Biobuble wold

In a place where learning rule,
It feels like repetition, a constant school,
Each new subject served, a well-worn dish,
Like a dog, they feed a repetitive wish.

In the cycle of knowledge, endlessly bound,
The bowl's refilled, a repetitive sound,
They aim to teach, to make you sit and stay,
But is it just a game they love to play?

Mistakes, they view, as less of a treat,
To the future, they measure, with judgment's beat,
Yet in this place, where routines reside,
Let's find the spark, where passions hide.

In each lesson, there's a chance to grow,
To break the cycle, let creativity flow,
No longer just a dog, but a free spirit, you'll see,
In the endless journey to become the best me.