The Sad Side Of Learning

by Brianna   Jul 24, 2005


I ran into a field of haze
A crop I’m told is rare
Why would a farmer plant haze in this place
Only to know id come crashing there
Left and right I saw his face
In clouds of smoke, faint memories
And soon I’d know ill never escape
Forever stuck in this gray emery

All around me were iron bars
Iron bars built of smoke
Breathing in haze like it was water
I became prisoner to each word he spoke
Laying there slaughtered
By injection of his confusion
I settled with letting the poison soak
And with rest I found a conclusion

Time can heal all things
A lesson modern children are taught
Maybe I had a learning disability
Cause for you I still fought
And tho being here, lacked my mobility
I found a calming in my mind
A certain state of tranquility
Which I thought id never find

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