Education as My Enemy
Education as My Enemy
Restless spasms twitch behind half a smile. Nausea floats
in veins tangling somewhere in my brain, making the stomach
a raging mess. While nervous quotations flickers through a
confusion cluttered mind. Headache makes analyses fail.
Motivation cramps inside the fingertips and footsteps
create a pattern of wrong turns across the wooden floor.
Thoughts are disconnected by distractions, enthusiasm
seems to be running low. Itchy eyes simply cannot focus.
Existing during the rest between notes. Sleeping away
the verses, I will end up out of context within a year or two.
Determination are meant for those with a map who had
goals scribbled across it to begin with. I seem to be lost.
Destinations and tracks erased themselves with help of
one swift strike from a virus carrying an illness without a cure.
The oblivion spreading like wildfire turns decisions to ash
before they ever leave my head. Perhaps I had a predisposition.
The dream to doze out of reach from worries and stress
is constantly snatched away and replaced with the harsh truth.
Reality stings like a sunburn when it is fused into my skin
and imagination is the escape, but it leaves me astray in my mind.
So much needs to be perfect yet the pressure leaves nothing done.
Copyright © 2006
Restless spasms twitch behind half a smile. Nausea floats
in veins tangling somewhere in my brain, making the stomach
a raging mess. While nervous quotations flickers through a
confusion cluttered mind. Headache makes analyses fail.
Motivation cramps inside the fingertips and footsteps
create a pattern of wrong turns across the wooden floor.
Thoughts are disconnected by distractions, enthusiasm
seems to be running low. Itchy eyes simply cannot focus.
Existing during the rest between notes. Sleeping away
the verses, I will end up out of context within a year or two.
Determination are meant for those with a map who had
goals scribbled across it to begin with. I seem to be lost.
Destinations and tracks erased themselves with help of
one swift strike from a virus carrying an illness without a cure.
The oblivion spreading like wildfire turns decisions to ash
before they ever leave my head. Perhaps I had a predisposition.
The dream to doze out of reach from worries and stress
is constantly snatched away and replaced with the harsh truth.
Reality stings like a sunburn when it is fused into my skin
and imagination is the escape, but it leaves me astray in my mind.
So much needs to be perfect yet the pressure leaves nothing done.
Copyright © 2006