Testing Minds

Cold large room, full of youthful answering, yet some silent minds think hard but return
nuthing
White face clock slowly ticks seconds away, some mean fully used, some wasted away like
some misspent youth
Yet they all write till the hands reach a spot of the clocks pale white foreboding face
Once that spot is in its place, pens drop, papers return, all walk out yet still to return for
another test of their knowledge
Maybe forgotten, hopefully it will return when they sit in the cold room again, with the help
of some quick panic study just before hand
Two weeks these things repeat again, then the anxious wait will begin for the answering to
return again except with a blood red tick or cross
For some sealing their tomb of fate built by society and sealed by their own demise
Forever staying blind and forever remaining dormant is their mind