When you’re forced to read just to pass English class
And you don’t know what to do
Because novels are dull and dramas are daft,
And none of the stories sound true….
Just remember…
Our existence is a story told with schemes and different themes
And we live through them most every single hour,
You’d see if you just took a little look, it’s like a book,
And as we grow up the plot begins to flower
Our lives unfold in stages, and are written down on pages
in a book that’s hidden deep within our souls.
This dear town is just a setting and the people that you’re getting
to know well are only characters and roles.
Every victory or failure can be thought of as a tale you’re
gonna tell when asked “what happened to you today?”
And the funny little bits that happen when you use your wits
can be the funny things in dramas or in plays.
When you’re doubting why we read, then here’s something you should heed:
Your life is like a story, told in days.
And if that’s just not enough, then, dear students, that’s just tough,
Cuz you’re gonna have to read shit anyway.
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