First day of the semester

As I sit in a class full of enthusiastic and unknown faces
 

 I can sense the words hovering over my conscience.

everything seems to be strange and sadistic.

This one hour has become an infinite array

and anxiety is tickling my stomach every now and then.

I want to reunite myself with myself and recognize myself again..

Is it really helpful to listen to all the futile words that have lost their glory ?

I want to be free..

I just want to follow my dreams and make my own destiny..

life ain't about following a mundane protocol..

just honor your faith and live free..

that's the essence of life...