Over The Years (Part 1)

Over the years I've been on a journey
I just don't know where I'm destined to go
Wherever I am headed, I just hope
That when I've finished my trek, I will know.

In reception I ate crayons and paint.
My mum was my whole world and that was fine.
I had no reputation to keep up.
The best life you could ever have was mine.

Year one was so difficult to deal with
Because my teacher was a 'meany-pants'.
I could insult her constantly without
The guilt that I never gave her a chance.

All throughout primary it was the same,
Never working and always playing games.
Being cruel and nasty without the shame,
Funny that nowadays it's still the same.

The end of primary school was year six.
We were so grown-up then, or so we thought,
Yet we still played our games and talked in class
And never listened to the things they taught.