Faceless

I sit down in each class
As time rolls past
Think my life is one big hour glass

For no test knows my dream
No quiz knows my future
Of all this are you sure
Is it all what is seems?

Do we question this path?
And face society’s wrath?

Of a world built on papers
With faceless names
Without that paper
Would we face the shame?

Should we slave away 
On these classes for which we pay?

Or do we step aside 
And in ourselves we confined

So not to measure our success 
By a title on our desk

But the satisfaction we receive
Because only then will I believe

That the world is not full of faceless papers
But a clay ball and we are the shapers

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