Going on a School trip, to a petting Zoo,
could have only been Year Three:

a bus full of young minds, ironic backdrop to the corrupt nature of the thought; tug of war on the Seatbelt, trying to get as far back into the seat as possible.

Mental mirror, fixated on Facade,
the cage a reflection of Insecurity:

a Piglet clumsily making its way to the Trough, another lying angelically in the opposite corner - friends talking about the animals, me thinking about 12:30.