Learn to Define Yourself
Pencils snap
Students yap
We're waiting for Godot
Not quote sure, what we're supposed to know
Mom said, be a doctor
But hey, I love reading about John Proctor
We all strive for Gatsby's green light
Pushing our intellectual might
My teacher says, listen, this matters
Napolean was in tatters
I flip open to page eight
I've forgotten the weight
Of what everyone says you should hate
I remember to read to love
And learn to pursue
What will bring meaning to me and you
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