Who is he, sitting alone and lost in thought,
Wandering all around, with no one in sight,
No shelter, no food, yet he stands tall,
Wearing clothes I’ve never seen before.

Every afternoon, I see him searching for food,
I wonder, was he born into this life,
Or was he made to be this way?
But surely, he must have been well before.

Many passed him by without notice,
But when I stopped to look at him,
It might have made him see me as a stranger,
But who are the real strangers here?
Mad, they call him, but who are the truly mad ones?

I feel sad, oh, I feel sad,
Don’t shun me, for I’m mad, I’m mad.
Yes, I’ve had my share of strife,
That’s why I carry this heavy life.

I lived by the red river’s flow,
In a castle where darkness did grow.
Don’t judge me for the past I had,
I dwelled with the wastrels, and it was sad.

I never thought the way they taught,
I was cast aside, battles fought.
But I wasn’t wrong, hear my song,
Though my life didn’t always belong.

I’ve sailed the river of life’s vast pool,
Hiding my feelings, like a fool.
I’ve made mistakes, committed fouls,
But I won’t let that darken my soul.

I may have been careless, lacking demand,
I admit, at times, I’ve been a little sappy lad.
Let’s forget the past’s deep bends,
And embrace a future that amends.

1. The Crossroad

In the quiet corners of his thoughts, Mark, an introverted thinker, stood at a crossroads that tested the very essence of his convictions. The notion of leaving his college education behind tugged at his mind like a persistent whisper. As an introvert who often found solace in contemplation, he retreated into the recesses of his mind to unravel the complexities of his decision.

Mark had consistently outpaced his peers in college, his insatiable thirst for knowledge propelling him beyond the boundaries of conventional learning. However, the courses in his current academic path left him unfulfilled, failing to quench his intellectual curiosity. The value he had hoped to derive seemed elusive, and he grappled with the idea of continuing down a path that no longer resonated.

2. Unraveling Convictions

For days, Mark embarked on a journey of self-reflection. He immersed himself in the world of his thoughts, retracing the steps that had brought him to this pivotal moment. The memories of his insatiable desire for understanding intertwined with the frustration of his present circumstances, casting shadows of doubt.

Amidst the tapestry of his contemplation, a realization began to emerge. Mark recognized that his distinction from his peers wasn’t solely derived from the content of his courses. It was the dedication, discipline, and work ethic he had cultivated over time that set him apart. The challenges he faced in college served as a crucible, forging in him the determination and resilience he valued so deeply.

3. Embracing the Journey

With this epiphany, Mark’s perspective shifted. He acknowledged that the true value of his education extended beyond the classroom. The opportunity to lead, to inspire, and to refine his own character was a privilege that went beyond the mere accumulation of knowledge. It was a chance to mold himself into someone capable of navigating life’s complexities with grace and tenacity.

Armed with this newfound insight, Mark resolved not to quit. He understood that his journey was about more than just academics — it was a canvas on which he could paint the portrait of his potential. He chose to infuse purpose into his educational path, leveraging his unique position as an outlier to elevate the discourse around him.

And so, with a heart fortified by resolve and a mind guided by introspection, Mark embraced the challenges that lay ahead. He understood that the depth of his learning wasn’t solely defined by the coursework, but by his own ability to glean wisdom from the world around him. As he navigated his college education, he did so with the understanding that the journey was an intricate dance between personal growth and the intrinsic value that comes from carving one’s own path.

Dark, lonely road it was, drifting;
Wondering about the life I could’ve had, worrying.
Nothing matters now when nobody cares, but
Nothing in my life was scarce, and who cares.

Dark as the night and mighty as a knight, my life,
Weary it was as I lost my sight, my soul,
Wavered as I am no good at kiting, my love, but
Nothing in my life was scarce, and who cares.

Dreadful it was to hear about the backstabbers, but
Nothing matters now when I’ve lost the people I care,
Never be the same again, all they do is just stare, but
Nothing in my life was scarce, and who cares.

Don’t know about your smile,
but it is draining me to death like raining with lightning.
First, you spoke; it broke my heart,
never had a feeling of walking on a ceiling.
Will make brittle clouds rain, even if you have a little pain,
Will leave everything to make you believe, My Love.
I wanna share my life; will you be my wife?
May I be too strong to be wrong, but
don’t go away, making my heart sway to death,
rest the love I had, forever in my tomb.
Minute thought of you made all different, as I am now.
The difference you see is nothing but your preference for me.

While I watched others go before me, you stayed
right behind me, how kind you are to make up your mind.
Your little smile will make me go miles, even If
I have to sail without you, but couldn’t, as I shouldn’t.
Leave you? My heart will be as sleeve, even If I lose
the art of love, to make a little into a cove.
May I be wrong with the slang, but will wait long
just to sing a song to make you live long.
Couldn’t make a mill though I had a great skill, as you had a kittle will.
It snows in the morning, but I will be mourning if you snow
my love, even if it is for a little dove.
Don’t go away due to others, no matter how sober they are
but not I am, as I am in Love with You.