The Pupil's Pupil
Bloomquist
Why do we accumulate knowledge if in the end we all die?
Do we need to think when we have deceased? Is that the reason why?
My life has already chosen what to do when I leave
It’s sad, that struggles in school is all that I breathe
Oh god, when will it change? I need to leave this situation
School is only a mirror image, a fake lie, and an imitation
Learning ceases to flow, my mind corrupts into the sinning
Stress keeps winning, I give up, why can’t I go back to the beginning?
Will this help my life to increase? I believe Only time will tell
Walking these shadowed halls alone,School is no different than a cell
Sharp.
Depressed about this Useless work used to hurt
Mind and labor flirt, covered in hard earned dirt
Aesthetic talent is ripped from me relentlessly
Diseased and used feed their undying greed
Crucial brains are set to blame and restrain
Endless pain drips on our souls and stain
Its depressin' to give into the lethargic sin
The world is stressin as it closes in
I can't take the continous session
I'm growing unable to question
Fighting is labeled as futile
Look into the pupil's pupil