Four years, three months and two days,
Call it five years, yet still I'm searching,
Yearning, waiting to see,
Where is this 'prestige',
Holy? Where? Who?
I was told,
it was amongst the best.
Is it?

I was told not to murmur,
I wish I hadn't stopped,
Still searching, waiting to see
'This prestige',
I was fooled by sisters, ministers, sinisters, old schoolers,
How could I allow myself,
To engrave in such?
I should have known better.
Shouldn't I?
Then again, wasn't I just a freshman,
I wouldn't have seen it coming,
Or probably, I should have?

Just answer.... What is prestige?
Confused; brain overload,
Is this what I really endured?
All this time?
Why is it just coming home to me? What happened to all that time?
Just seven months until this is all over,
I try to assure myself,
'Only the good salvation lasts forever',
But this institution has robbed me, Scammed me, but never revived me,
Ever heard about choppas?
Well, they are the biggest ones,
Awards? understandings? opportunities? All gone,
I'll never see them again,
May I not forget, my hard work?
Lost; nowhere to be found.
But can I really blame thee prestige? After all, they groomed us,
The 'Holy childhood way'
They said 'Holy childhood way',
Is here to stay,
It will serve you a lifetime,
If you choose it today,
You'll never be the same,

Damn right about that,
I feel betrayed,
Disappointment?
Might send me to my grave.