What if life came with a manual
Would I be able to read through it?
Published in different languages
It would surely lack the one I’m born with.

Founded would be different schools
Where I could master in life
Developed would be many tools
Getting a degree would be such a strife.

It seems a swell idea
But imagine someone
carrying a master’s degree
Telling me how my life should be.

No school, no professor, no one can
Reveal my mysteries of life
Giving life a wide berth
Finally will cut me like a knife.

No one can master life
without the occasional fall
loving mankind and myself
I need to experience it all.

There’s no escape
All I can do
Is live my life
Just like you

03/14/2002

Posted on 03/14/2002
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