I have scribbled through 72 pages books.
I have entered from class to class
Leaving each room with marks that left you satisfied.
But now I am done, and I’m waiting for you to point to me the direction I should head.
But your finger is idle, why is your tongue resting?
I expected you to shout to me to turn left or right,
Or go up or down.
I know I must be chasing dreams,
But I think mine got paralysed the day I failed my grade 8.
So where do I head now with this cold nerve and empty brain?
I have done all you have ordered,
So what now?