My girl stands in my door,
pretty and freshly accepted into university
and asks me: 'Don't you want to go to uni?'
I go to quickly shave first,
yesterday something has escalated,
the future is going to be planned out...
...maybe.
I just want a little bit more time
in the warm womb of disorientation
The whole humanity discusses:
What should I stu-, what should I study?
If anything at all?
What should I stu-, what should I study?
Something that would be useful and desired?
My mates chatter at the bar
on topics such as 'Bachelor of Arts' and 'Technical college'
or even a gap year?
...nah, well!
That's the way in which the future is structured
and I'm already almost fascinated
and fetch myself one more beer first.
I just want a little bit more time
in the warm womb of disorientation
The whole humanity discusses:
What should I stu-, what should I study?
If anything at all?
What should I stu-, what should I study?
Something that would be useful and desired?