Same Old Run Around

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I wrote an article for the Brief-Brief today in about an hour. It's about how law school and cults share eerily similar behavior. Not that law school is like a cult or anything. If you don't include similarities like long lectures, a lexicon that makes little sense to others, and a large portion of a day spent in one building, etc. Of course, it's meant to be satire. Last year for the February issue, I wrote an article all about Valentine's Day-related cases. I've now progressed in my writing in a strange way.
An unrelated question by the way: How in the world do you have an electric bill of 76 cents? Unless it's some sort of mistake, I don't see how. If you do know, please enlighten me.
And now to the point of this post after a random question, a poem/song. It's a look at the "right track" that people want their kids/themselves to follow. The "do this and do that to get ahead and forget about doing anything else" school that drives people crazy because it's not really right for them. If I only had some skills in composing music. I think this would make for a nice little ditty with some piano and a guitar. Oh well. A person can dream. Enjoy.


"Same Old Run Around"

When you were young you heard people say
The same old message told in a million ways
Go study hard, no time to play
You’ve got to have a four point oh GPA
Follow this track and don’t go astray
Take these classes, in the end it will pay
In lots of money when your hair is gray
Giving a hundred percent is not OK

It’s the same old run around
Dreams are lost and never found
While you look at the sky and touch the ground
Do it all in a single bound
Cause dreams will leave without a sound
Another victim of the run around

You’re dreaming that you’re in a different place
Than stuck in a cubicle called your office space
Your life is moving at an ever-quickening pace
Another discontented soul in the human race
You remember graduating and you’re feeling glad
Dreaming of the memories that you had
That crazy party, that wild drinking game
Your so-called life will never be the same

It’s the same old run around
Dreams are lost and never found
While you look at the sky and touch the ground
Do it all in a single bound
Cause dreams will leave without a sound
Another victim of the run around

It’s the same old run around
You dreams were lost and were never found
Fell from the sky and hit the ground
Did it all in a single bound
And all your dreams left without a sound
In the vicious cycle of the run around