Your educaton is futile
When your spirit
Becomes a star
Years spent carving you
A shape with no edges
To fit their perfect mold
Your true shape
Kept by bones
You're now a part of the earth
From which you were born
One ear pushed to the dirt
And you'll hear your soul
You'll never truly pass
Remaining
Tucked in the smiles you created
Because you were too young to go.