To My Average Self
An engineer, a scientist, I am not, Never delved into coding, analytics or bot. Physics and mathematics you see, Have forever disappointed me. A doctor, I am neither, In this pandemic, my service ain't a necessity either. Sometimes I try writing. But who would indulge in brain racking? When the world has lucrative alternatives to fend, And my words don't even make your hair stand on ends? A lawyer, a painter, A civil servant, a banker, The list goes on and on, Yet a perfect parts of speech to fit me, Hasn't been born. So to label what I actually do, Has given me a hard time too. You see the world would always attempt To put you in a box, A world that in itself is a paradox. We are all taught to aim high, For the infinitely vast sky. Who cares if we lose our tranquillity As days roll by? In a need to constantly achieve something To receive a validation, Remember there is no real end to this aspiration. As the capitalistic society Sets to condition our psyche, Our menta