You have skepticism written all over your face
I saw it when I said I study psychology.
You don’t quite know what to say, To you, it’s all the same.
There’s a long pause of silence on your end of the telephone line
I heard it when I said I study literature.
The silence swells and fills the space between us
And just like that, I’m differentiated from the rest.
You give me a look of pity when
I say I’m studying history
“don’t bother about the past”, you tell me.
To you I say, “if I don’t dwell on the past, how else can I escape today’s reality?”
Your laughter echoes off the walls
You think it’s funny that I study philosophy. I find it amusing as well
When I grasp the meaning of my existence
While you bury your head in religion.
And now, as you wrap your beliefs around me
Like a shroud, watch, as it turns into snakes.
In their eternally open eyes, the reflection
As I take my flight of freedom, And you remain frozen in time, forever.