I feel the paper letters slowly eating me away;

I study, I learn, but I somehow find it odd to stay.

I need to run, just for a little bit,

To catch a glimpse of "joyful and lit".

The pressure is haunting, driving me insane,

Can I please fly away in a paper plane?

I promise I'll get back soon, I simply need a lil' more time

Before I'll find my life a tad more sublime.