This place, this time
I tend to realize in my mind
That few things aren’t meant for me
Few things never happy me
Few things, I don’t care for
Few things, I never crave for
I feel all this now at this point
But yelling all of it is no point

This era, this atmosphere
I think I need to adhere
To the worldly set rules
The ones that are bit cruel
I don’t care now what people say
I feel it’s my time to say
But it isn’t the end as yet
I must confess I’m not a poet