Are the years wasted that we spend in school? |
When our spirit is made flesh The moment we are born We are delivered into the hands of strangers That look upon are naked blood covered bodies, Judging us forcing us to call out if we were born silent as the dead To the world that we are alive Mindless and helpless We are born dependent on strangers Strangers into a world We know flows through our own veins From birth we know What the world holds... A life of strangers A life of connections Life and death So little the years seem Passing by with every Breath worth taking For ever breath we waste Thirteen to fourteen years Roughly 780 days Close to 46800 seconds Of are lives are spent Forced behind School walls Wasted Worthless Some say, but only to those who lack Sight and mind To see beyond The hall, for instant, Can teach the way of life when it Filled with students All carry their own intend destnation Some comform with the flow to get to where they are headed Others go against it Some easier than others We are all in this flow For a time Each one us parting according to are own agenda Some leave through open doors Others open the doors themselves Then there are the few Here and there Who wait for a lock door To unlock These halls even show what is inevitable We join and part from the flow More than one Are destnation change The way we travel through Changes And at the end of the day We move on To better places To worse But no one takes the same road |