pen and nib, ink well and blotting paper
small boy and short pants
black boards and chalk
canes and teachers
why am I standing? the bus does not stop here
foundations where been laid, back then
trying to see merit in a system, catering for the majority only
while this minority left confused
let it go, those nightmares
they are the building blocks, you see before your eyes today
walking down the corridors of school
short skirts and black stockings
that’s what comes to mind
education?
on another playing flied, a dawn appears
not employable? become the boss
that’s all history now
could it have been, without the system back then ?
