DISCLAIMER: THIS IS NOT PONY RELATED haha I was up really late one night at college being stressed out about things so I went downstairs and wrote this.

Lyrics
I'm asked a lot what I'm doing here
It's a question I don't like to hear
Like I'm supposed to know the answer to that and
Those are thoughts I don't want to happen
I'd rather think myself happily
Growing old in a fantasy
Like an astronaut living on Pluto
I don't know
I'd like to go there

Sitting on my ass in all my classes
Watching time move like molasses
I'm here four years
Then there's more years
Filling my ears
With the things I learned here
Doesn't anyone address the mess
Being made of kids taking tests on
Economies, policies, the ABC's aren't good enough of me

I'll wander now
On the brink of reality
And wonder how
To work with insanity
These days I'm down
With thinking my humanity
On level grounds
With the worst possibilities

I met a scholar on the bus today
I asked him what he had to say
About education
The mutilation of the things that they call art
He responded that it's "part of curriculum
But ask me I think it's kind of dumb
Even art kids fear
The things held dear,
The finance in them's dead"
And when he left I thought he has a point I guess
And proceeded to press a pen to paper
Remembering later
To write that in this song