I sat there on my teacher chair.
Thinking and pondering,
For as a mother, I have been guilty,
For being a part of the belief-
Children are my reflection,
They are like me.
It’s every parent’s proud fallacy!
Have you ever wondered?
Why, why do I want them to be like me?
Why is it important for them to make me happy?
What is it if not a boost to my ego?
What about their own identity?
I see them kids try-hard.
They try with all their heart.
They let themselves be lead into our dream.
That was never their own, in the first place.
What price they pay, no one sees.
The hollow social system of appeasement and puppetry!
Do we question? Do we?
We are leading them into drudgery.
Slaves of a faulty society, Where fish is judged on its ability to climb trees!
What a plight to see,
The happy faces ushered to slavery!
High frustrations, drugs, and whatnot
Where are those teenagers, carefree?
Where in world can peace dwell?
No darkness can disappear when you choose hell!
Mindless desires, useless comparisons, nothing can be ever enough.
I am, what I am supposed to be.
I don’t need children to be, the extensions of me!
Just let them be!
Musings - An Endeavour to writing 