Tied down to education
To green tile floors
To yellow cinderblock walls
This is a civilized prison
A factory for churning out robots
Twenty clones
Sitting at twenty desks
Filling out twenty worksheets
They work out the same problems
They do the same calculations
Chained to equations
To mathematical formulas
To the right way of doing things
And the consequences of stepping out of their box
Four walls
Two doors
But only one way in
Locked into experiences
Into relationships
Into this time and this place
Differences and individuality
Innumerable decisions
But only one choice
To be or not to be
That is no longer the discussion
Rather to live or to die
To love or to hate
These are the questions
To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there 's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
To green tile floors
To yellow cinderblock walls
This is a civilized prison
A factory for churning out robots
Twenty clones
Sitting at twenty desks
Filling out twenty worksheets
They work out the same problems
They do the same calculations
Chained to equations
To mathematical formulas
To the right way of doing things
And the consequences of stepping out of their box
Four walls
Two doors
But only one way in
Locked into experiences
Into relationships
Into this time and this place
Differences and individuality
Innumerable decisions
But only one choice
To be or not to be
That is no longer the discussion
Rather to live or to die
To love or to hate
These are the questions
To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there 's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
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if pain were tangible it would write novels
endless pages of unbearable description and heart wrenching prose
if pain were tangible it would write novels
endless pages of unbearable description and heart wrenching prose
