THE VIEW FROM HERE

Here I am sitting in a lecture theatre, the smell of clothes soaked in sweat fills the air

Outside the window the boy beside the POS terminal is pressing his phone

The word that comes to mind as I sit and stare is Journey

This is where I am now, but is it where am meant to be?

Here I am in this crowded hall where everyone is busy and kind of in their own separate world

The noise here is drowning but my mind is elsewhere
Destination,

when will I arrive? I tried to close my eyes  and imagine all the things that are outside my reach

 and with this invincible hands I claim what is mine

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