Here i sit by the classroom door
A torn paper and a monochrome board
I look at them with doubt and contempt

Theories written and wisdom spent

But all this got no use for me

For my world lies beyond the walls
Out in open fields and stars
Here I free myself from the scars


Still by the law i do abide
I spend my day here under the glass

By the step and the classroom door
I face the talking monochrome board