Ice cream headache

From the walls of ordered responsibility
we have found ourselves accountable to organize excursions
Excursions from the truth
head in a book writing semi listening to the ramblings and provocations of the educators

A place where children like us may think of ourselves highly
Where we can taunt each other professionally
Theorize about how our actions are really effective
But when you arrive in the real world none of your theories got you there

In fact you don't even drink your own milkshake you just feed it to others
And when you get to grey day big steep side of the cliff building of enlightenment
You'll realize with the rest of the dumbfounded crowd of educators
No bus got you there and no bus will get you out

You'll follow misfits through the parts of your life that went unlived
Then when you get on the bus you'll have to drink your own milkshake
You may find there's little flavor just a killer ice cream headache
that you had been offering others for years

You may drink your milkshake with a certificate or religious document
You may drink it with a license to shine but the only ones who will congratulate you will be the...

dumbfounded souls that made it that far with you