WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?
What am I supposed to do? Yes, I know what I want to do in my life; But I do not know of how and which route shall lead me to my adored life. I see a similar route which might lead me to my adored life; But the route says; no entry for the new comers. What am I supposed to do? The days are passing with the blink of the sun, My days are melting like the butter placed above the hot bun, My brain cells are studying the body of the Gun; But the bullet is what I want to become and have fun with the gun. What I am supposed to do? I might probably have found the vague route now; But the cruel education system has chained my legs and dragged me with its conventional force.