The world shows you a fixed (theoretical) path:
Neither tested nor practised personally,
Just crammed and swallowed.
As I walk on this trodden theory
I feel lost somewhere in the wilderness
Either I don’t belong to the theory,
Or the theory is alien to me.
I decided to mould myself to fit in:
It didn’t work as I’m unique in my own way.
I tried to rebuild it
And mould it to suit my needs.
It seems I have mixed some Indian masala (spice)
In a non-Indian dish,
And have discovered a taste of my own.
This is what life is: it goes beyond theory.
Redesign it, do some alterations where required
And have your own style.
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