Debris in My Head

Mon, 11/18/2013 - 21:29 -- smantri

Is it the brain that learns?

And to our heart's content that yearns

To be forgotten is a sin worse than lies

Some things are best, when the latter dies 

 

One after the other, debris fills my head

Only to park, perk, and push out the other side

No matter the size, strenght, or power of the lead

In the long run, I feel as if my mind has lost a stride

 

Our hope carries the mind afar 

What I learn is as much as getting drunk in a bar

Problems, pictures, drawings of pear I drew

Show me nothing in mind, but a big stew

 

Chained to the grounds of a bloodless hell

My mind cannot acquire, nor share a heaven's dwell

I ask just once, so I don't become a dunce

Teach the useful in my life, nothing but the gold known as mental crunch 

 

Comments

smantri

My issue with the educational system is that it does not teach us what we want to know, but rather what we are forced to know. 

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