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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