I know that I don't know

I have entered knowledge's home, college for my-sakes!

I buy books, holy chesse nips, those cost.

Sit and listen, hoping I can absorb each word, like they are tangible drips of espresso

Shit I hope I look ok, there are a lot of people in this room, oh no I have no pencil or pen.

I hope notes in purple highlighter gets me through this class

Time is escaping me when I need it most and I always feel behind

The library, a sanctuary, holy ground.

Read for hours and take a break

Another day sit for hours, do home work, ow my butt hurts.

I should know things, things to set me up for that big event called life

but all I do know is naught-ah.