Are we made to slay our emotions
Into thinking that numbers define our life
For grades determine our destiny
As artificial as they might
Were we born to be taught a lesson
Or give the world one in return
The generic function in which we move
Has no meaning but to be learned
It is agreed that in life
One will gain knowledge
But should we be born
With one goal to complete college
Our generation has lost meaning of life
To think we must follow
To think we must endure
The path that leads us only to sorrow
--01/08/06
 
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