The years in school they said i was immature, that my fantasy was
larger than a dinosaur. They told me to face reality, and that
their knowledge held the key, Yeah, but behind the door is the
local papermill industy. and thats nothing for me. For eleven
years they tried to make me understand I said: you can nag all
you want but i want change the way i am. I started to hide things
inside my head, cause i felt bored and totaly fed up with all the
things my teachers said. They can never change me, i will always
speak my own words and think my own thought. Its important to
learn but not for their cause. (Their in this case means the work
employers) The optionals is worked out to be strictly
professional. So the work employers (them again!!) can pick up
the most essential. Therefor daydreams never end up on any
schedule. Therefor i will always be the class failure. I will
speak my own words, i will think my own thoughts I will dream my
own dreams i will proced with all the kind of hoax until we
achive what i belive to be the only way for this world to remain
inhibite