That’s the last examination I’ll be sitting for a while I wish I could believe that I might go the extra mile Sail through to University and make my father proud But I know I’m nothing special, just a face amongst the crowd. My father says that talent isn’t handed down intact It’s diluted and diminished when the genome is unpacked And what’s left is never quite as good as what it might have been If we hadn’t all been saddled with ‘Regression to the Mean’. So I never try to kid myself I’ll rise above the pack I’m aiming at the middle, not completely at the back I only want to struggle through, avoiding a disgrace Enough to keep my dignity, enough to save my face But now it’s summer holidays and freedom of a kind I can go and seek adventure, take it easy and unwind I can try to be an adult making choices of my own Or even find a girlfriend so I needn’t be alone Growing up is scary and I mustn’t get it wrong It’s not as if I hadn’t seen it coming all along But I wish that they had told me what it’s really all about Is there some elusive secret that I haven’t yet found out? |