To My Average Self

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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 mental health is better off
At the mercy of the Almighty.

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