:: now till then ::

the silence fills up the room
as scholarly souls enter and go
he sits alone at a table
wondering of the things that happen.

years and months and weeks go by
in a blink of an eye
not knowing what happens next
working hard for something unknown.

endless possibilities await
the one who pursues it hard
but each has his own will
but road is not always equal.

he who dreams of one
might be working on yet another
the constant perseverence
does it quintessentially result in the best?

he knows that aspirations
are to be clean forgotten
for he is striving towards another goal
that of the society's.

May happiness be bestowed upon him
that can only be known
if he sees the end result
for he feels forgotten by the world

and because
he has forgotten himself already.