My head’s a little hungry
My heart’s a little poor
I’ve always been fearful
I’ve never been sure
I keep delaying things
I keep running round
Like an unknown planet
Waiting to be found
I could change myself but it still will be me
I could never walk straight right through a door
For my head will always be hungry
And my heart will always be poor

My lips are tasteless
My eyes are a blur
I’ve always been frightened
Of that there’s no cure
I keep learning things
I keep forgetting folks
I remember every tear
Hidden in my jokes
I know all about the world but nothing about me
I’ve a desk full of honours, prizes galore
But my head will always be hungry
And my heart will always be poor

My dreams are quite simple
My thoughts I adore
My pulses are special
Down to the core
I have a lot of problems
I am full of flaws
I am indecisive
It’s part of my clause
Whatever I am, whatever I may be
Silly, foolish, naive, dumb, immature
But my head will always be hungry
And my heart will always be pure

Oh this education system is a fail
They say math is beautiful
To that I will agree
They say math speaks truth
But that truth I can’t see
Well at least you can see my heart wail
Oh this education system is a fail

Oh this education system is a fail
They taught me calculus
I studied zero and pi
Math is supposed to be fun
But boy it makes me cry
They’re hammering my head with a nail
Oh this education system is a fail

Oh this education system is a fail
I can solve all the problems
With sin, cos and tan
But I don’t know how to use them
I don’t know where or when
How much longer will this madness prevail?
Oh this education system is a fail

Oh this education system is a fail
I am a master of none
But a jack of all trades
I never bothered learning
Only bothered about grades
I’m a boat with winds but no sail
Oh this education system is a fail

O’ Dear Daughter
When you were four
I would read you fairy-tales
To get you to sleep
But you would be so engrossed
In every little detail
That you put off sleep
Even when it knocked hard on your eyes
I could see
A gamut of expressions
On your face
As you imagined characters
And stories in your head
And it was easy reading you
When you were angry, it showed
When you were blue, you were blue
When you were sad, you were sad
When you were happy, I knew

Now you are twenty four
You still love me
I still love you
But this love is not the same
That love was far better
Fairy-tale days are long gone
And so are the expressions on your face
I can no longer read you
I can’t tell if you are hurt
I can’t tell if you are merry
I can’t tell if you are worried
I can’t tell anything
I can’t tell if my little girl is lost
Or has she merely evolved
I don’t see her eyes lighten up
With amazement anymore
Life has taken over you
Just like it took me too

My planet is in a crisis
It’s slowly burning down
We are all feeling the effects
In every city and town

Temperatures are rising
Icebergs are falling apart
The sight of forest fires
Is an arrow through my heart

Short-sightedness of humans
Has disrupted all lives
Birds and plants and animals
Only the fittest survives

Then there are other disasters
That have a natural birth
A way of warning humans
About this planet’s worth

Not a lot of time left now
Before we will all be gone
My planet is in a crisis
How is yours going on?

We don’t know what they’re going through
Nor what they have been or their value
We don’t realise what they are worth
God, bless the women of this earth

The catastrophe would be unclear
If, one day, they were to disappear
No life, no joy, no light, no birth
God, bless the women of this earth

I wonder if our presence is a curse
Would they be better off without all of us?
Oh we’re plenty and they are dearth
God, bless the women of this earth

Quite often we may take them for granted
But they never have been unwanted
Is Life still Life without their mirth?
God, bless the women of this earth

Is it in a full tummy
After knowing what hunger is like?
Or is it in a carefree head
Post battling an anxiety strike?
Is it in a rich man’s pocket
That has overcome all hardships
Or is it in a bloodied nose
That has won a championship?
Is it in a wise mouth
Restrained from all evil and vile?
Or is it in a helping hand
That lends someone a smile
Is it in the innocent?
Is it in someone who is true?
Is it in the righteous?
Oh tell me, is it in you?

I wish to be a fish
I want to be a font
I like to be a spike
I long to be a song
…
I yearn to be a sun
Where joy has just begun
I try to be a fly
Go wandering in the sky
I need to be a seed
With a book to read
I dream to be a beam
Go travelling through a stream
I ask to be a task
Who wears a scary mask
I seem to be a steam
Floating with my team
…
I wish to be a fish
I want to be a font
I like to be a spike
I long to be a song