on Academia

School starts soon. Starts school soon. Soon school starts. It happens in every variation and its endlessly inevitable that I will begin the dreaded systematic education that holds me upside down growing invisible tumors around the neck waste and legs thinking I do not belong with such introverts. Extroverts. Verts. The only which I feel in. inverted. verted-in. Into an unsettling shimmy of "I think so's" "I heard once" "I've been told, but don't know so" I can only guess. . I guess so. guessing. guess so. guess.


So I know I wont feel so intellectual when the intellect's not actual
how can I act so, when I know I cannot grip with these tips of fingers that feel through dirt and weeds more than keys and pages. Being part of a system Ive left vacant for some, like I've been given a home and yet inhabit a trailer.
I'm just not there yet. Its not home.

Ive been thinkin up ways to outsmart these shmucks.


I guess so


I think I can


I heard once


I've been told.

should not be the lingo used to do so.