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| In the course of four years I've learned two things Being cynical will keep you alive And People will hurt you more deeply Than you've ever imagined So I sit here, in Irrelevant Class Counting the minutes... Which become hours And in two weeks, I'm free And over these four years I've learned two things Teachers don't know everything And Happiness is only a chemical imbalance So I sit here and ponder While the minutes pass by I see time stretch out across the miles The miles that begin and end in my eyes And I realize that in the last four years I've only learned two things Time is irrelevant because there's never enough And The people you love will always leave too soon The best years of your life Are being wasted But time is futile And so are we Someone asked me to summarize These past years So I told them I've learned two things Nothing is ever fully understood And A good joke is always at the expense of someone else Tomorrow we start a new chapter in class It's titled "Human Relations" (I can't help but snicker at the oxy-moron) Why have they even bothered When its it's almost over and nobody cares... I sigh...more work So I take out my notebook And scribble down something barely readable But it looks a little like "I wish I was dead" And I say to myself I've really only learned two things in life Suicide is giving up And Life is learning when to give up |
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