There was a boy named Lee. He loved to travel. His father was a farmer and wanted his son to learn everything he taught him so that when the time comes Lee can take over the farms.
Lee didn’t like working on the farms so he talked to his father about it.
“Father! I want to travel the world, I want to see what is beyond the Green Lake. I never went out of our small village. I don’t like farming. Let me go.” Lee told his father.
“Son, I understand in your age the mind wanders off a lot. You don’t have to rush into making decisions. I give you an alternative approach. Go to the school beyond the Green Lake. You will find good knowledge there.” his father replied.
And so he went, he was excited to see what was beyond the lake, he didn’t care about what he’ll be doing. All he wanted was to get out of where he was. He saw the fishes in Green lake he had seen most of his life and said, “Goodbye, I am never coming back!”
The next morning, he was standing in front of his school. He had never seen a big building like this before. Initially he enjoyed the classes. Most of all he liked the watchmen’s dogs who were really nice to him. Other kids didn’t talk to Lee much. They had grades to achieve.
Lee never cared about grades. Soon his teachers started to tell him to study better. He didn’t understand why was everyone trying to make him study better? It wasn’t like they were making magical potions in chemistry lab or they were not stargazing in Physics lab. They were all doing it for marks. And for a better job.
“But why would I want a job? I could as well plough the fields and earn money. What’s the point of me studying?” He cried on the phone talking to his father.
I was already teaching you how to do field work. And you would have become a successful farmer. But you wanted to go beyond the Green Lake. You wanted to waste my money.” His father was angry.
That evening Lee sat down beside the lake near to his school, throwing pebbles in. He didn’t realize someone was sitting beside him until the person coughed. Lee looked over surprisingly.
“Hi, I am Aaron” he said, gazing towards a boat rowing in the lake. “We are in the same class.”
“Hello, I am Lee.” Lee said, trying to even his voice from all the crying.
“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I kind of heard you talking on the phone.” Aaron said, still fixated on the boat.
“Yeah? It’s okay.” Lee said, trying not to think about his dad.
“I don’t like school either.” Aaron said with a sigh.
“I never thought my father would misunderstand me. I wanted to travel, so he sent me here from there. And now I feel stuck. It’s like the carousel never stops turning. I was there and I thought I’ll be happy here. And then I am here and I feel I’ll be happier somewhere else. Because even when I am at home, I don’t feel like I am at home. And I thought if I come here somehow I’ll find my home. But no, I am stuck in a carousel. It keeps on moving and turning and you feel you’re going somewhere and you’re glad that you’ve done something. But the truth is you’re spinning in the same place. Pretending, that you’re better then your older version, but guess what? You fool yourself. And I feel I’ll always be this way.” Lee said, fighting back tears.
“I hear you. I feel the same way.” Aaron consoled, “I am the sail, sailing with the wind. And the wind keeps on changing directions, so I am not reaching anywhere. I am stuck. And the wind decides my destination, if there is a destination.”
The two boys sat down beside the lake, staring at nothing.
….To be continued.
P.S.: Sorry it's not a poem.