nd ultimately, by the age of 17, I am wholly controlled by the institution and thus, physically, emotionally and mentally wasted. I can't leave the school because of the fear I have of such a concept. Nobody does it, and I'd be different if I did. I'd disappoint people in my cutting-off of any chance of a high-paying lifestyle. And, of course, it can only get worse from here. By the time I end up in my high-paying lifestyle, I will be able to think of nothing other than my commitment. I will be a mindless, industry-controlled worker drone with no interesting thoughts, and ultimately, no great effect on that society and its people, not to mention the universe. My life will have been wasted, just like all human life ultimately is, simply because of the original choice to 'pick apples'.
             The poem uses a loose rhyming scheme, one that almost can't be heard when reading the poem aloud. The realisation that comes to the person who reads the poem, that it does, in fact, rhyme, is very similar to the person who, upon considering his worthless commitment, realises that it's repetitive and exactly the same as any other.
             The message here is, of course, that everybody will eventually be trapped by their own choices, which will always lead to a commitment that th
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