Gravity?

I don't believe in gravity.

With gravity there's no imagination, and I can't take my feet off the ground.

It's rather cloudy where my head is, but I can still see the sun.

Which is more than I can say for you. 

I've got the dreamer's disease and there's no cure. I realized that today, as my mind travelled out of the classroom windows directly to the cold outside. My hand wandered around my notebook, not taking notes, but jotting down whatever came to my head first. I heard the word "gravity" being thrown around among the people who were actually paying attention, so I wrote it down. GRAVITY? What do we need gravity for? 

Why do I have to be the down-to-earth, practical and efficient machine that I'm being bred to be? That's what we're all bred to be. We are raised in an environment where we need to focus on what they tell us to, and the kid next to us is competition. I don't want to compete. Why can't we all just share our ideas and create something amazing? Isn't that what brings the human race forward? If all teenagers are machines that are made to function in the exact same efficient manner, then who is going to be the one kid to invent something that will change the world?

I don't want to be part of the machine-making. I don't want to be one of the machines. That's why I choose to defy the gravitational pull of the system, without failing out of it, and do my own thing. Imagine where we would be if schools decided to have a larger focus on creativity and imagination? We could go far.

And then you wonder why the human mind is so limited.