I start living with the word called average, Average intelligence with my studies, Continuously growing my worries. A middling guy with no money in his pocket, How bad in this world to be an average, Now I started believing on my god locket. Someone is gifted someone is not, Growing with your passion give you a lot, Still society demand different from you, What the hell is your passion, Your brother passed with good marks, Why don’t you. First and last thing I wana do, Writing is my passion, so let me do. Let me breath with the emotions, Let me sleep with the endless thoughts, Exploring the imaginary world with my eyes, I don’t wana come out from unreal thing inside. Slowly understanding the meaning of my subjects, But fast defining the meaning of beautiful nature, Is that my mistake, in your stupid practical world? So common everybody start calling me a duffer. Am average with understanding your convenient world, So you declare me a guy, who is lazy, ******* you all, Being normal driving me crazy.