I think the world couldn’t be flat

Till I’m on the edge,

I think all days should be good ones

Like how all people should have beds

I think we are like birds in the wind

We chirp, laugh, we soar, travel,

Yet when it’s time to head south, wings feel like gravel.

We are driven by our patrons, to go in twos,

To get good grades

To tie and keep clean shoes

To always be nice

Remember not to eat the glue.

These values are preached 

However irregularly learned,

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad,

If the whole world burned. 

There’s a saying that

Ignorance is bliss,

It’s funny how I don’t have time for acts

But the greener grass is missed.