Im not ready for anything beautiful

Im not ready for anything beautiful

I looked around, the world today

Inside me I found nothing pleasing

I looked inside, the people today

Emptiness abound, nothing enticing

Not a thing enticing

Apathy is not the word for me

I care much for humanity

Yet apathy is not strange to me

Because I look at it in the mirror, perhaps daily

Yes I must look daily

I searched inside myself today

I was not pleased, so I released my past

I searched inside for myself today

I saw something false, so I took of the mask

I took off my mask

Now apathy is a form of reality

So I tighten my gloves, look at it straight

Apathy is somewhat like love, you see

You must fight it long, and win

Fight it long and win

I realized that hope was real today

I grasped the wind and held on strong

I realized I needed to hope today

I felt it come and lift me home

Let it come lift you home

Im not ready for anything beautiful

So that long dull drone

Beat something in my soul

That told me I was wrong

That told me I was wrong

I thought some things

That never really could fit in

I knew that I was wrong

I knew that I was wrong

And the last last time

That I took a look behind

I dropped dead, I don’t want to drop dead

I stopped looking, inside today

I let the one who formed belong

I opened up, and wider still

I stopped looking

He is beautiful

So I fight it long and win

Love

My Declaration

The logic is, that studying the material for a given course increases your chances of getting a good grade in the class, or in this case the final exam. The thing is that most students, including my most of the time, fail to study consistently throughout the school year, and end up frantically studying at the end of the year, to get a good grade on the final exam, which seems to always end up being a large proportion of your grade.

This leads me to believe that the school system wants us to frantically study at the end of the year, wants us to lose sleep and to be stressed, because it is as if the whole school braces and prepares for it, and the proportion the final exam is to the final grade seems to clearly reflect this idea. If this was not the case the proportion of the grade would not be so steep and the school faculty would treat these final days leading to finals more appropriately.

Hence, in an act of rebellion to the state of affairs of the common people here at Stony Brook University, in an single act of defiance, in a bold and daring move against the institutionalized robot students who fit mediocre molds of what society tells them to be, I, John Lake, am going to take a nap, fall asleep that is, and not study, not prepare for these final exams that you taunt me with, because you know what Stony Brook, im sleepy.