Rip out the pages

I’d like to be a professor in a classroom

Or a diver from Batroun

 

One mystical and somewhat musty

The other wild and uncouth

 

Shall I be civilized?

Or should I better run?

 

Run from the bindings of wisdom

Yellow pages, leather sown still

Books are fine if you do more than read them

Leave the script behind

Take the dialogue out for a ride