Who Will Water Me?

Shower thoughts

Drizzle down like indoor raindrops

Dripping into my ear drums

Straight to my brain.

At least I think that’s the way it works

But how should I know

— I couldn’t grasp

The out-of-date textbooks provided by an easily forgotten

Small town independent school district.

Most students joined the only club we had

Future Farmers of America.

A distraction from basically taught core classes like

Science Math English History.

These are subjects all children should learn in school

Based off of the philosophy

That the most malleable brains on the planet

Must grow in a pot

Outside their paid educator’s window seal.

And from there

Student's bloom

Into basic garden flowers

That nobody knows the name of.

My daddy

Was one of many complicated thinkers

And no one repotted him after he grew

Far too big for his pot.

He was a thinker drowning in his thoughts

(Wilting over his pot).

His mind grew faster than the wildflowers around him.

I’ve been around some thinking thinkers that I don’t think like

So

I’d think about the way I think…

Then compare to the two thinks

But it’s hard to comprehend

That no one truly thinks alike.

For those who think too much—know too much,

And can’t focus on basic educational classes

Turn to fixer-upper pills.

The families and friends who don’t know how to cope

With non-simplistic thinkers,

Support zombifying mentally unbalanced

Overwhelmed minds

With things like Zoloft, Prozac, Lexapro, and Serafim.

Now it's normal to rely on educators

And mind-numbing processes

Instead of watering them outside

In a thriving garden.

See

If they were given the nurture and nutrients

Each student needs individually

—we’d live in a world full of rightly overstimulated minds

Bursting through the dirt.