Indian Poem

What's it like to float around school, classes, and dorms, like you were a zombie, a zombie with a literary interest... you go to classes, but all you can think about is your art and your writing and your music what if you were trapped for 6 years in college while you tried to make it in the art world what kind of restraints would you have WHAT KIND OF WALLS WOULD YOU SEE at night... during the day meandering meandering meandering further closer ecstatic ranting childish scream INDIAN POEM A Careful Look at American University Life Through the Eyes of a Schizophrenic Drug Addict. purple yellow white green WALLS