May from The Rivers by Pat LePoidevin

I don't want you to feel like you're a prisoner
In this class with all the shrugs
I don't want you to find out the hard way
That you don't need to fill in the blanks
Or any of this at all

I don't want you to find out that humility
Is the only award you'll ever need
Maybe it's clear when all the pencils
Lead you to nothing but scribbles on the paper
That look like something more

You attack the month of May
With all the sentimental
In perfect harmony
You find out that all you ever needed
Was to learn to say Good-bye

I don't want you to find out all our secrets
That all I really care about is the chewing gum
Stuck underneath the desk in the corner
And all I really want to know
Is if something is wrong
Something's wrong

I don't want you to know I'm here for the rebels
Here for the ones who got you down
Throw out all the finals and the paper
Keep the existential abstract painting
You made in Grade 8
Grade 8

You attack the month of May
With all the sentimental
In perfect harmony
You find out that all you ever needed
Was to learn to say Good-bye

• Folk
• Windsor