Off we go to the torture of our souls

We twist and turn at the thought of what awaits

The dumping of all this knowledge into our bowls

And the life you lived is now bundled into dates


The darkened nights of despair as you rack your brain for a reason

A reason for why you try so hard

You will not find out until the end of the your season

That all this pain is a good way of being scarred


You must navigate your way through this place

Find the people you love and hold tight 

Find a passion that you will chase

Only then will you be lead out of this misery, into the light