Knowledge in the halls so cold
Lectures old and hearts grown bold
Dusty books on rickety shelves
In the labs we find ourselves
Students fight for front-row seats
Teachers with their tired beats
Sad melodies fill the air
Life's procession unaware
Shall we throw it all away
Dusty sciences led astray
To the streets or to the bins
Where does true learning begin
Classrooms filled with silent sighs
Seeking truth in tired eyes
Progress marching without care
Leaving wisdom standing there
Torn between what's old and new
In the silence wisdom grew
Pass it on or let it fade
Choices we have always made
Shall we throw it all away
Dusty sciences led astray
To the streets or to the bins
Where does true learning begin