the beauty of eng 101.

[lilaznalice]

i don't want to be in my English class
wasting my life, watching the minutes pass
but here i sit, waiting to be excused
listening to the condemnation, accused
of not being there for my friends
it feels like there is no end
it's all a series of cycles
i wish i could find a microphone
and simply shout
"everyone, chill the fuck out!"
i am forced to be silent
and idle away as the professor vents
about how uneducated we are
caught behind the prison bars
of today's society with compulsory education
the world is so vast with so much information
if only i wasn't forced to learn it
it would come so openly, bit by bit
but we are bred to be lectured
becoming numb and demure
by the sound of his tone
he blames us but it's no fault of our own
psychologists study us and find
that we are all of like minds
where nothing means more to our people than our grade
except when, of course, some choices were made
that turns us down quite a different path
does it benefit us? well, you do the math
we have those whom break out of the ordinary
and still end up having all they wish to carry
we call them celebrities, rich men and bums
have you figured the difference and sums
and made sense of all this yet
or have i just made this one huge mess?
it doesn't matter to me anyway
because no matter what i say
you can never really see it my way
unless you notice it yourself one day
and until then...
we'll just have to agree to disagree.