The light at the end of the tunnel is scary,
The darkness is an ally, rather his best friend!
He does though, wants to fly like a bird over a prairie,
He likes his freedom of thought, scarred but chuffed!
He likes his life negotiated and fought from society snubs!
He likes to walk drunk with the devil’s first of kin,
He likes to lie down on the sage of thorns,
He likes to be his own meager kingpin!
But what does he love? He is unaware!
He is mentally disable, brain in a wheelchair!
May be he loves being the average quixotic rebel!
Unfortunately inheriting the mature ideal citizen’s sickle cell!
He carries a baggage of fresh idealistic contemplation,
This does not provide for his family’s expectation!
He knows it is going to be like this till the end!
But he thinks Ideology is real, He would like to defend!