We learnt how to fill the world
With ideas and possibilities
We worked up through the system
More horrors unfurled
Powerpoints of futilities
I've never missed them.
You might make a friend or two
If you can appease fortune
In this intricate hierarchy
If not, well, pounds and blows against you
Certainly, at around noon
As the bell calls anarchy
So alone inside the mind
As we're quietly suffocated
By the people that surround us
Retreating further in, we find
False ideals become instated
We're poisoned as thus
Yet somehow it fits into place
Survival kicks in
And life jump-starts
But new agonies to face
Safe, the mind would grin
Until meeting these new arts
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Our minds under siege
Graphs and books, they shun
Us into a faster stride
Towards our final liege
Please be over
Why can't it be over?
I would so like it to be over
Bliss shaped like clover
Once we're under cover
And done of this buffer
Tick-tick, pitter-patter
Such frustrating sounds
Oh God can't it stop
My neck wrecked on a platter
My fingers gorged by hounds
My brain a failed crop
How it should feel
To escape from tyranny
To be free as the tides free
Bound by order, they reel
In the setting of a dying spree
Crumbled by apathy
The end is a foolish resort
Encaved in familiarity
Seconds pass without count
My breath does contort
Wailing hilarity
I'm speared upon the mount
We were young fools to wish it over
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