How does it feel to be brain-bleached?
You didn’t get to a beach
Yet all they did was “teach, teach, teach”
But you let out a screech
When you found out you couldn’t reach
Even though you were good to believe
Now all you do is grieve
And you’ll always remember what you couldn’t achieve
You saw all you could possibly perceive
You even wore it on your sleeve
But all they told you then was to leave.
~ Bart Nativo