For so long

I’ve had my hand in the air for so long

That I even found time to write this song

Or maybe a poem, whatever

What matters is this prolonged endeavor

The teacher told me to lift up my hand

If I discovered that I understand

The answer to the question that she asked

But that was 600 years in the past

There’s cobwebs forming on my elbow

On my fingers, mold is starting to grow

A village of bugs has set-up their home

And their explorers have begun to roam

Setting up my colonies across my arm

I’d flick them off, but I don’t like to harm

Now they’re evolving and they’re advancing

From cavemen to renaissance, they’re dancing

And painting and strumming and they’re learning

Now they’re in battle, the times keep turning

Before I knew it, they became advanced

Completely different than when they just danced

They’re smarter than us, no longer dancers

“Oh no, I think I forgot the answer”