Behold the calamity
that befell my creativity
when they cultivated my curiosity
pruning off its diversity
to hasten its maturity.
They claimed it’d keep my sanity
and help me avoid vanity
but all I see in it
is my abused mental ability
misused by pecuniary desire, a nonentity,
that has left us a distorted reality.
I may use colour to illustrate
to a physicist ’tis a wave of light
to an artist, the essence of beauty
still to the God Almighty
what ’twas to be, we know not
So henceforth I’ll think what I like
let my mind off on a hike
to explore new horizons.
With or without expectations or reasons,
I’ll read the useless and the useful
lest I be another learned fool.