My Words

Time and time again I say time is my friend Days get shorter More scoff at classes "Hey, school is for..." well They get... by. And I who smile in the front seat You tell me who I'm cut out to be Cut and dry Milk and Rye My mind tries to swallow the world I've only got bits and peices You see how big the feat is My ideas go in a whirl I need that pull to Earth again Even when the confinement of stucture breaks me down Fighting it, debating, but I'll never win Can grindstones and romantics find common ground? No. You have to give to please He believes what he sees Not what you can feel How can that be real So succumb Be supressed I look to the light The future When this pain is heavy in my chest When I am released When the fire has died and the smoke has ceased You won't need to fight it You'll feel the peace Such richness in my words will ring Through which words tone deaf will sing As they look up hearing For all who listen My words When my knowledge has risen.