Here in this Dorm
Education so powerful so proud
So intellectually painfully endured.
I know the bamboo on my shelf
Made here at college, you see
I see, chloroplasts
Cell walls
Something dying for water you see.
Bound books, banned books,
All paper from trees.
Bible, Qu’ran you see
I see Philosophy, Physics.
No difference.
Roommates rapture
Running to class,
All on my mind since that last nap.
You see lazy, I’m exhausted.
Math Murder Mayhem
All covered before three
O’clock when I finally eat
I can’t afford breakfast, you see.
I see opportunities far greater then food.
Here in this dorm room
Here on this campus,
These opportunities run rampant.
Well I’d like to pay,
While keeping my arm,
And most of my leg.
But they wont let me.
So I suffer and pay.
And start again the next day.
It’s worth it you know,
To be here at college.
The opportunity to walk away
Knowing so much more then you.
Even if that means owing more then you.
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