Sometimes I learn things so I can forget them later,
and then be punished
for preffering a midsummer night sky to a dusty blackboard,
or the immortal hues of the smiling perrenial morning
to the dull and constantly flickering florescence
of a stuffy classroom.
Sometimes I say yes when my heart is screaming no;
I'm expected to do things without question,
and to pretend that this sand is really stone,
because questions lead to truth,
and truth to change;
This sprawling, bloated monstrosity likes things how they are.
Sometimes I catch a glimpse of the moon in the window,
or the green of the leaves in spring time;
then, I cry myself to sleep,
because dreams really are better
than a life of pretense and small talk.
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Written July 18th, 2005
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You spelled perennial wrong, and I only found that out, because I had to look it up
You definately can word things better than I can, and the flow of this was superb. Awesome work, as always
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