To examine one’s own life and the life all about.
To find them wanting, how do I fit in, how do I get out?
To understand everything and find the cure.
How to do it I’m not sure.
The road to perdition is a war of attrition.
People fall like flies, a part of me dies.
The world belongs to the wise.
Must I wear disguise?
Do I pass with honours my exam or just say damn?
Having examined through a microscope I believe in hope.
Yours faithfully, a dope.
24th February, 2018