Dazed Off

In the course of

School starts and I put on my perfume,

the sweet fragrance of reconstruction…

I wear my school uniform to be just
another someone in another crowd

I'm tired of proving my individuality,

maybe I'd like a change of furrow

Because no one really cares if you know
something school doesn't teach

or if you learned that school doesn't really teach…

It isn't always about me, so

let's conceal this burden of being a sewer