You think you know me but you don't
Sitting behind that desk you wont
Deny; You've got something to hide too
Its PERSONAL to you
Numbers on pages, words are supposed to represent who we are
They don't , They can't, They won't
Mosaics of our lives, experiences, hopes make up who we are
Not tears shed of not making that mark
It's part of the system
That systematic destruction that is us all
Or is it destruction at all
Is it just growing up (or thats what they call it)
That factory that makes us, breaks us
And makes us new
Maybe a reflection of a better view
Can you see it?
Your changed now too.
You used to be like me brave, excited, unchanged
Now you are a grain of sand among many
Moving where the wind takes you
Uncontrolled you will never be who you once knew
School.....School will do that to you.