N.O

Dreams were constantly coming to you. It was hard to focus on school and other things. You were sometimes stressed because of them. It was beating you.

~IN YOUR DREAM~

I was in some white building sitting in a chair. There were these boys again. They were staring ahead. A teacher came and handed me some red pills. They took it. I was confused. Math came. We were supposed to be quiet and listen without complaints and questions. It was raising us to be perfect. Suddenly a song started to play, but they appeared not to hear it.

A good house,
A good car,
Will these things bring happiness?

I listened to it, not focusing on the lesson.

Will parents really be happy? I thought, too, when these words came.

Dreams disappeared,
There was no time to rest
It’s a cycle of school,
Home or an Internet cafe
Everyone lives the same life
Students who are pressured to be number
One live in between dreams and reality

That’s the society for you. We are competing against each other. They are trying to make us only listen and obey. We are like machines. We don’t live our lives.

Who is the one who made us into studying machines?
They classify us to either
Being number one or dropping out
They trap us in borders, the adults
There’s no choice but to consent
Even if we think simply,
It’s the survival of the fittest
Who do you think is the one who makes us step
On even our close friends to climb up?

The school – and it doesn’t matter in which year you are or if you are in primary school or university. There’s no way out. You can’t really live your life because you must study and do your best. You should be at the top of your class.

Adults tell me that hardships
Are only momentary
To endure a little more, to do it later

Yeah, that’s what my parents told me too. You can fill your dreams later when you finish school. Although after school comes work. There’s no time for anything. Today’s society is moving fast.

Everybody say NO!
It can’t be any later
Don’t be trapped in someone else’s dream

Everybody say NO!
It has to be now or never
We still haven’t done anything

I stood up. The boys looked at me, and one slammed his hand on the desk. We went against the teacher and the watchers. We didn’t want to listen to them. We threw chairs around the classroom.

I want to play and eat,
I want to tear my uniform
Make money, good money,
But they already view me crookedly
My obscure bank account,
My unhappiness is past its limit
A factory of sighs while studying,
A continuous cycle

We want to learn what we want. We fought for that with them. We wanted to have our own life.

The grown-ups confess
That we have it so easy
They say that we are happier than our portion
Then how do you explain my unhappiness?
There’s no conversation topics beside studying
Outside, there are so many kids like me,
Living the life of a puppet
Who will take responsibility?

Do we have it easy? Really? Do they see how we are studying? We are like puppets doing only what teachers say. What others say. We can’t stand up to society. Have they seen those all-nighters we pulled off? Do they know how many times we stayed up?

Suddenly, I stood in a room with these boys. They had different clothing to show their professions. We couldn’t escape this fate, and I almost lost my faith in changing our destiny. I clenched my fists, refusing to give up. I was going to fight till the very last drop of my strength.

~END OF THE DREAM~