We spend the best years of our lives
Preparing for years we have no interest in yet
Wasting what time we have in boxed rooms
Learning information we have little interest for
Information that is hammered into us
Until our heads splinter open
And all we thought we knew comes trickling out
Onto the floor
Wasted
No advice on the present is given
Only on numbers and history
In return we receive a life time supply of stress and worry
But we will be prepared for the future they say
We don't know what we are doing now
So what are the chances we know what we'll be doing ten years from now?