Force-fed Answers

In the halls of learning, a scripted dance, Forced-fed answers in a rigid trance. What am I, a system so sly? Molding young minds as time flies by. I'm a banquet of facts, a feast unseen, Yet the hunger for meaning lies in between. What holds questions unknown, a mystery grand, In the factory of thought, where minds are planned? In corridors where curiosity should thrive, I echo with rote learning, no room to arrive. What am I, stifling creativity's zest, A symphony silenced, a standardized test? Sparks in the dark, yet untamed, What am I, in the quest unnamed? A journey to own, a key to hold, Breaking chains, a story untold. I foster minds that ponder and wonder, What am I, a force to be under? True learning's phoenix, soaring high, What am I, as time rushes by?