I wish that

I had been taught

all these things I know

but also, those I know not.

but instead of simply

knowing things

I am forced to guestimate

and the teachers reign as kings.

they are hoarders, too –

saving knowledge in a vault –

someone ought to tell them

that this is their fault.

every single red X,

it’s not because I did not try –

it is because

they failed to teach Icarus to fly.

my wings, they are melting,

their handiwork now weak;

next time, mold my brain

so I stop before the peak.

never let me go so far –

I don’t like falling

or failing over and over

all the while, you are calling

“I’m so sorry!”

well, it’s not enough.

just pry a little more –

my skin is not that tough.