Illusion Poem by Deep Karpe

Rip out that old building
Lock up those mad preachers
You've got to hide yourself
From the professors and teachers

Why do you need those ugly fiends?
To tell you what to do
They are just blind signposts
It's all up to you

That all important school
Is just an illusion
If you can't choose your future
You'll remain a delusion

Fire the useless books
And throw away the pen
For your life's ink has run out
And your search is in vain

You're in a desert
And white sand's all you've got
And everywhere you look
There's a mirage that'll make you rot

Now come, you've got to go
To save your drowning shadow
But don't search in the dark
Head for the rolling meadow