Hey Professor!

I need to be taught a lesson, or two… or three… challenge my mind to give sight to the blind. I’m a stellar student with cheat sheets up my sleeves. I can decipher among weeds that curve with the flow. Welcome to the show… I know you’ll like discovering my ancient soul. The stars are misaligned and roads are designed to get lost but I like being tossed and turned around to be found. Your curls are like vines, and I am like Jack following the bean stalk. I’ll peek above the clouds against the crowd’s wishes before I swim with the fishes. I’m building on dimension to capture your attention. I feel beyond my years since I’ve been grinding these gears for long nights. Turn off the lights, tap on my back an exotic rhythm to be felt through the prism of dulce impound. As you twirl me around the chaotic sound of measured heart rate doesn’t skip a beat. Pass on the Barrilito, I’d like to keep my soul incognito. The Police say I’m wishing my days away… but I continue to press “Play”.

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