My mind likes to roam in a penchant way,
Eager to read and also to learn.
But, disappointment followed me every other day;
As people study, just to earn.
If you try to learn, you’ll be tagged as a nerd;
Nothing you could do, but follow the herd.
I once tattled a guy who was copying in the exam;
Thinking that I did an act of deed.
But, the examiner asked me “What’s your problem?!”,
Planting in me, the reality’s seed.
I wanted to be a doctor till I was in tenth.
I wanted to help the people in distress.
As time passed, I gave up the thought;
Because of the nature of humanity that I could guess.
There are people out there; with just a single shabby dress;
And people who barbecue at the beach.
Which makes me wonder; all we’re doing is digress
from the purpose of life we beseech.
I completely changed what I used to be;
The ‘Past me’ wouldn’t believe that I grew up to a misanthrope.
Right into the human soul; I thought I could see.
I began to see life as a slug; if you could use it as a trope.
I became an introvert and books became my best friends.
I realized I was lonely, but I didn’t really worry.
Finally it’s okay, to not follow the trends.
I left my past, leaving itself to bury.
George Orwell became my reality explorer.
JK Rowling taught me thousands of million things.
I grew to be silent and much more borer.
But it’s okay for your mind to sing in a tune none ever sings.