He was more of a soul than a mind For that, most people thought he was always behind Little did they know, that without compassion All success in life would burn then ashen
He believed in strength: of heart, body and soul “That of the mind would come on its own” They thought all that mattered were a set of grades And the millions of degrees set on walls for decades
“Such a silly game,” he often reflected, “Chasing after fogs and lost dreams – dejected. Though how much would they give to feel any emotion Anything to evade, to escape, the commotion?”
Does anyone else feel like people now are so focused on getting degrees to the point where the best years of life just fly past them?