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Though try to find a path for me to walk

Impinged by poverty and baseless talk

Of useless skills once taught by teachers past

For education of this scale was last

Curriculums had splintered from the norm

As schools outshone each other to perform

The best for pupils in their comfort zone

Whose skills were raw and served to serve no one

But through this system came a child of rage

Who as a man would turn a different page

Instead of living life under the thumb,

With systematic traits to overcome

He left the nest and sprouted angels wings

And dreamt a future doing wondrous things

In life as he would cross the oceans wide

And if he failed at least he would have tried