Inspired

A poem about my disillusionment with society, and the inspiration a few people have given me.

Why am I told that, in this world

I need much money for happiness?

Why can't my mind just be unfurled,

So I can give more people happiness?

Why is there not a protocol

for making people dream at all?

I was told that for a living I could make,

A four-year degree I have to earn,

And though the concept should be fake,

Already so much I have learned.

About the real world's protocol.

I never can make up my mind

'bout what it is I want to be.

It's eating me down to the rind;

I scream, "WHAT WILL YOU BE!?"

But YOU! fair man and mentor too,

have shown me which I must do!

To my heart I must be True!

Or my whole life, I'll come to rue!

Author's Note

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