We start our lessons before we can speak
They want us to walk while our legs are too weak
We find strengh with age and stand on our own
We say a few words amongst the dribble and groans
A few years past and we are in classes
We must behave now, intergrate with the massess
We now can speak but can not talk
We can run but are forced to walk
Work is work, and learning is fun
But new life in a higher grade has begun
You are a middle schooler and priorities have changed
No longer singing or playing games
You must walk straighter and do more writing
You find the easy path to look quite inticeing.
You slack off a little but missed alot
You've read countless books without knowing the plot
You've made new friends who are like you
Hopefully they will stay true
You are a teen now in highschool oh what fun
Looks like your fun years have begun.
Well the work has grown harder over the years.
You find yourself at the mercy of your peers.
They sway you this way and you try to push back
They jolt you a bit and once you're on track
They tear you to shreds with their crippling stares
You begin to question why you are there.
You try to remain silent but each step so loud
All you want to do is make everyone proud
You're on the football team, a straight A student
You've taken up a job to help your family pay rent
You havent spoken your mind cause you know its out of turn
With each new struggle you find something to learn
You want a taste of freedom but the taste is quite sour
You are 18 in under an hour
The knowledge of the world is supposed to be with you
You are moving on your own but don't know what to do
What happens next is what you decide
You're on your own in the outside
Do you go to this college with the fancy new tech
Or that one cause it offers you a check
Do you join the military and fight for cause
Pursue a career in justice and laws
Your legs are weak, you are feeling numb
Your voice is hoarse, not a move of the tounge
You're a puppet now whose strings have been cut
All those years of learning have prepared you for what?