Autumnal winds thus blow
Ambling through my mind
What brought my eyes to glow
As old thoughts rose again;
That put down by the teacher
As I chose to play the fool
The pressure and the pain
Unexplained absences
Forged notes for the school
Without now of competition
I search out for what I yearn
Not though born of discipline
Rather, it is the love to learn
To learn that I am happy
As I guess most people are
For a moment in the spotlight
Praised from near, and from afar
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