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Wanderlust Tragedy MAG
There lives a boy beyond the edge of fantasy
Who taps and whacks, sleeps and snores
Who shows all the symptoms of that
dreaming disease
But can't get cured like those before
They say he's infected with gleaming eyes
And possessed by the mercury of free spirit
Coughs up ideas and spits out ideals
Due to a mental wanderlust too vivid
Indoctrination proved too useless
And calculated injections benign
Nothing practically potent worked
And neither did the passage of time
They'd thought about a lethal cleansing
A desperate self-procured suicide
All to save this one single boy
Who lived so alone on the wrong side
The boy's hands were bound gradually
As life drained into black or white
His sapphire tears bled the blues
As his death was scheduled that night
Black was darker than usual
In his house of stale hue
They stood there dumbfounded
As red blood seeped right through
For the first time, they saw color
But for the eighth time, they saw blind
His parents still cried gray tears
For they had failed to change their mind
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This piece, to some extent, reflects my own life. The demand for teens to follow science majors like medicine and engineering is no doubt tradition in the Asian community, and at many times in my life, I felt banned from what I truly loved to do. My efforts were mocked as fruitless, and for the longest time, I believed my parents and stuck to their schedule.
I've, however, come to terms with the situation, and now have resumed writing with a rediscovered passion.