Tasteless Existence

Wow! Excitement directed me to study,
And never transformed me to be lazy;
I was always prepared and not unready,
Projects and assignments seemed too easy.


Oh, teacher, my knowledgeable teacher,
Have you made me into a lesson giver?
Or can be considered as an education lover
Who learned facts and shared to other?


But what was this I had done?
Creating a fault which no one can run;
I converted myself, no longer a son,
But a man whose hell life had begun.


I’m still studying, not yet have work,
And I’m dwelling here, not in New York;
How can I surely share ‘spoon and fork’
If I, myself, can annually only taste pork?


Oh, my beloved origin, I’m very sorry,
Thy ambition for me is going into scary
For I know you’re now in great worry,
My life has started its unflavored story.


My study continues but is being neglected,
'Cause flavorless life of mine has been reflected;
I wonder how these burdens be lifted
To the apex of success and be accepted.