Yet it is filled will all these things that are easy to believe
Open textbooks speak about what we are supposed to know
To write on those dead trees to ascertain a letter to grow
A figure dressed up to stand in your way
Motivated and taught by other minds to teach you what to say
But such a character was never taught to teach you deeper stuff
The buildings with the bags and pens never taught us about feelings and love
Endless nights trying to push to finish your research
Writing so hard your fingers begin to blister while your head hurts
They told us to be diligent and manage our time right
But they do not think about the souls who are sad and cry themselves to sleep at night
Maybe it is a struggle that is worth the pain and suffering
With all the problems you may have while you just keep wondering
If the day will come when you can quench your successful thirst
Or if you will remain trapped in your mind under the school's curse
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