It’s a weird time,

The heart does chime

But poems don’t rhyme…

Words come from Bare Act’s definitions

No emotions, no passion…

Interesting stories are heard as mere “facts”

Everyone around tells you,

“Learn to use them, learn the “tact”…”

Don’t trust anyone, take precaution

People dupe, people are not human.

This is a jungle, people are demons…

Think with reason, think logical

Life is sad

Nothing beautiful, miraculous or magical…

Rules, papers, black and white

People, cases, arguments and fights…

Miss Sharvaree, miss FC,

And miss being just a student

Rub my shoulders with serene faced, grey-haired oldies now

And hope they’ll call me “prudent…”

Time-tables are replaced by cause lists and boards

And I get dates every day but not one of them with a girl,

And every day is a roller-coaster with a twist and a twirl…

It’s a weird time,

The heart does chime

But poems don’t rhyme…

Think with reason, think logical

Life is sad

Nothing beautiful, miraculous or magical…