When Student's Seart Whispers

Childhood blew up hitting books

Algebra, globe, and monuments 

Were all around, even prose and poems 

Didn't leave my room, science too played 

A role to lock my room.

No pleasure of friendship,

Neither toys nor video games,

Childhood faded so soon 

Rushing for grades and to prove.

Now youth got an excuse to flow.

When the goal took residence,

While algorithm, history, and science

Began to leave the room. 

Ballads and fiction took their corner,

Have no complaints, cause they 

Gave me a new vision.

Milton, Spencer, and Herbert's work 

Inspired a lot, even if they dance in my mind 

I'll not shove them off.