I would passionately paint a proper picture of the context
but what’s the point?
They’d just as soon accuse me of pretext
and also assume I’m guilty as charged
School why do you try
to play me for a fool?
Whenever I asked a question to learn
A slap on the wrist was my reward
for speaking out of turn!
So many times I was made to stand
because I wanted to better understand
what it was of me that you demand
isn’t school life just grand?
While you were busy conveniently turning a blind eye
for anyone rich enough to hail from Versailles
the rest of us had to fend for ourselves
borrowing whatever books we could from the library shelves
Ten years worth of tension
a decadent decade of condescension
waking up to apprehension
you were never my ikigai
yet I managed to get by
volition lost to velleity
has been killing me
now by my own decree
I will not return to the pursuit of a degree
but of knowledge itself
so I can better understand myself