Got dropped into a big windmill My body finds it hard to stay still No bag of tricks to fall back on And everyone is playing the same song Shark attacks And losing fat On the minds of every boy and girl Tripled dorms With hardwood floors As I was rushed into the blur Halls roar with blue and white confetti Part of my intuition has left me Lights glare with fiery emotion Missed shots cause every commotion A Buffet lunch With fruit punch Yet the real food comes from every word Twelve to six On a fix As I was rushed into the blur Facing a new life Away from all my cushions Striding to the light With all my focus Just the first glance I see As I was rushed into the blur of a university