Now deeply rooted in my head
they haunt me
those ideas I was fed

Now overcome by dread
of what I learned to accept, if not to love
now deeply rooted in my head

But despite their matured shells my teachers were aught but well-read
They knew no more than the conventional doctrine:
those ideas I was fed

But I hopped along carelessly behind, oblivious, as time sped
until I lost my core and became the shell, the reputation, the old thoughts,
now deeply rooted in my head

I should have rebelled when epiphany struck, but instead
hesitating confusion muddled brilliant doubt, and thinking divorce too painful, I remained residing with
those ideas I was fed

It was my choice but that's not what you said
as you advocated the trodden, easy path
now deeply rooted in my head
those ideas I was fed