Educations

Wintry lecture hall of mirrors
Tell us all how to be
Because not to be 
Is not an option where we
Find ourselves
As much as we are
Meant to fill our shelves
With each insight 
Partaken, respite-free
For diligence
For equivalence
And not exactly
Sameness
We will wave our degrees
One cosine at a time
Math was never our 
Subject: because we
Are relatives
Of the ones who came before
And this is our proof