They say passion won’t feed you,
You won’t earn a dime.
You will be lost in this world
With no security in life.
When you study for something
You don’t know why,
You work hard something
That isn’t even your kind.
You don’t know why,
You don’t know how,
You get stuck
In a rat race that you never cared about.
Maybe that's how we grew
that’s what we learned,
When our future where decided
Without our say, burnt
“Your dreams are stupid”
“They will get you no where in life”
That's what everyone told us
Even before we got to try.
Good college
Good grades
Good job
What after that?
A slave to the corporate job
Work nine to five,
Doing something you hate
At least to eat ,You’ll survive
You look into the sky,
Wish you fought for a while.
How many Picassos were forced to leave their brushes?
How many Ruskin bond books were burnt?
How many Robert Frost poems were thrown in the garbage?
How many Shakespeare were thrown off the stage?
You will never know
Just to survive in this vast world.
“Art is for dumb people”
They say with pride.
I don’t understand why.
A deaf person can see painting and can feel more
than a human's words ever made him felt
A blind person can hear a poem can see
all the things than people say he could never dealt
When paper has more feelings than
Humans
When beauty exists
Beyond its sight
That is art.
A person in this materialist world would never understand
What that means to hold all this in our hands
Maybe you’ll eat.
Maybe you’ll live.
But the thought of never giving it a shot
I eat you alive and still.
They say passion
Doesn’t feed you,
Doesn’t pay your bills,
Doesn’t make you full,
Well that's lie
I tell
Because i have seen people
with plates overflowing,
Still starving inside,
For a chance to go back
To chase the fire they were once afraid to build.
Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 11:55 PM UTC
They say passion won’t feed you,
You won’t earn a dime.
You will be lost in this world
With no security in life.
When you study for something
You don’t know why,
You work hard something
That isn’t even your kind.
You don’t know why,
You don’t know how,
You get stuck
In a rat race that you never cared about.
Maybe that's how we grew
that’s what we learned,
When our future where decided
Without our say, burnt
“Your dreams are stupid”
“They will get you no where in life”
That's what everyone told us
Even before we got to try.
Good college
Good grades
Good job
What after that?
A slave to the corporate job
Work nine to five,
Doing something you hate
At least to eat ,You’ll survive
You look into the sky,
Wish you fought for a while.
How many Picassos were forced to leave their brushes?
How many Ruskin bond books were burnt?
How many Robert Frost poems were thrown in the garbage?
How many Shakespeare were thrown off the stage?
You will never know
Just to survive in this vast world.
“Art is for dumb people”
They say with pride.
I don’t understand why.
A deaf person can see painting and can feel more
than a human's words ever made him felt
A blind person can hear a poem can see
all the things than people say he could never dealt
When paper has more feelings than
Humans
When beauty exists
Beyond its sight
That is art.
A person in this materialist world would never understand
What that means to hold all this in our hands
Maybe you’ll eat.
Maybe you’ll live.
But the thought of never giving it a shot
I eat you alive and still.
They say passion
Doesn’t feed you,
Doesn’t pay your bills,
Doesn’t make you full,
Well that's lie
I tell
Because i have seen people
with plates overflowing,
Still starving inside,
For a chance to go back
To chase the fire they were once afraid to build.