school truths.

Type, write, and engage.

Beat the drum,

but only to this beat,

of the harmony we have created,

of what is less than a harmony,

and more of a solemn noise.

Participate says he,

succeed says she,

engage in academics say they,

and never look back.

What about the world I say? 

What about the stone cold truths, 

the ashes,

the covered pain and sorrow,

thrown behind the beauty of a fake picture? 

The beauty of this learning for which you call,

the beauty of this learning for which we call,

is everything but reality.

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