I think that the world is a hospital.
And we are all patients awaiting treatments to achieve the life we want.
But for this treatment, I think I'm the wrong patient.

Some may call me a medical prodigy,
with my fascination of the sciences of man.
And my keen memory of endless medical jargon.

Books upon books, my brain ticks late of night.
Studying every page, text by text.
Everything I need to get someone better.

It feels wonderful to see someone feel better.
But it's as if I'm infected by their misery.
Why am I doing here, anyways?

This world needs good doctors.
I know I can be a great doctor.
I just don't want to.