Boulders.
Everybody's pushing urging pushing
Me
The boulders named calculus and chemistry are piling up outside my door
And I'm still waiting for the shovel
When is it time to be free when is it time for me when is it time to climb that hill or when is it time for watching the sun rise? Or seeing a new born child sing? When is it time for..
"It's time for school."
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