That Indian Boy

Once upon a time there was a little boy

He was playing with plastic blocks

His Daddy smiled at him,

Wondering if he would make a great "Spock"

Little did the boy know

What he had gotten himself into

Days passed by and so did the months

The smell of the paints and the serenity of the white empty canvas became his idea of drugs

Splish and Splash of the colors

Was what kept him feel alive

Making the perfect Art 

Was what for he did strive

The flawless green of the Earth,

The perfect flaws in a human 

And the innocence of a child 

Was what he wanted to capture through his brushes

Well, he had forgotten how the Society crushes

Our dreams for justifying what they couldn't

By making the voice of our soul 

Trace it's way back from 'I can' to 'I can't'

Medical and Engineering

Is the only set from which we are allowed to choose

Making us lose,

The will of living a better future

So "Robots" is your idea of a better future?

Well congratulations,

I turned into one.