What School Didn't Teach

People say life is this and that It may be a metaphor A game of whist perhaps? Compared to an onion Some artichokes and alphabets Interesting allegories but who could really answer that? At times it's good and bad Sweet and sad like a long lost love To where you try to find your way But things are so crossed up You learn to live life like a hand in water I wish I had a quarter for the people not as loyal Now I've jerry-built a border Cause' I can't take any deceit It's not allowed like kids throwing sticks in the street And addiction is deep Oh how I wish I had known Now I'm grown And my old way of thinking was wrong I've learned the best teacher really is experience Aside from yourself My every step is just as fearless as the last And learning doesn't stop outside of class