Thinking about the past experiences, my mind goes numb,
As I could never rigidly decide what will I become...

Martial arts pulled me towards it, made me day and night rehearse it,

" I am sorry" were the three words if I wanted grades at school.

So I left it, kept it aside,
Eventually forgot the patterns of a fight.

And here today, a story I recite,
To give you a glimpse of my 15 years' ride.

Beginning of the second decade was all about Michael Jackson,
I excelled his moonwalk and it made me look handsome.

Got praised by many and became popular at school,
However very soon, I was pushed into the exam pool.

So I left it, kept it aside,
My hat and my glove were once my pride.

Just two years later, at me, a football was thrown,
As I couldn't join a club, learnt it on my own.

Dribbling around the cathedrals and towers,
Practiced each day for about 3-4 hours.

Although the academic pressure deflated my ball of dreams,
It's a lot more heartbreaking than it currently seems.

So I left it, kept it aside,
Kicked my aspirations away which bounced day and night.

Then music and poetry knocked my door,
At first I thought, I was getting myself bored.

But then I fell in love with them and I knew what I had to do,
I know both of them are related to me and it's nothing out of the blue.

So I didn't leave, didn't keep them aside,
Never told my skills to flee somewhere and hide.

Still, thinking about the past experiences, my mind goes numb,
But today I can rigidly decide what I want to become❤