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Oneiric
Oneiric
They told him
He could become
What ever he wanted,
The first time he held a colour
He drew the stars, the moon
And all he could
He drew cartoons he watched
And lived those stories
He was the fighter he was the racer
He was the magician and the saviour
He drew movies and his idols
And saw himself beating villans
He mimcked the voice of actors
And the songs of singers
listening to beats
He sung in front of a crowd
In their eyes he saw
what he wanted to become
Soon the crowd grew
When he sat in the stadium
Cheering for the cricket team
He tried too, in his backyard
Now he wanted it bad
He swung his bat high up,
Till he saw the skies
And touched them in the aeroplane
He watched amazed
How the pilot took the aircraft off the ground
To get to know there's a world even beyond the clouds
He never stopped dreaming of mars
His dream got bigger, as did the universe
One day staring at the stars
On the wall A paper caught his eyes
It was the moon the sun
The drawing at 4 he had done
So that day he picked up the colours
To recreate a memory
But little he knew
Recreated was a dream
Suddenly he was drawn back
To the paper
He drew the stars the moon
And all he could
And he had found back his passion
Staring back at him from the piece of paper
But not in more than
a few years in school
He began learning a totally new thing
He learnt about machines, he learnt about atoms
He learnt about chemicals and algebraic functions
But he wanted nothing more
Than the colours
At 17 they asked him
If he would become a doctor or an engineer
And the artist asked, 'what about the kid and the dreams he had?'
He was left unheard, and soon enough he was studying it again
Lost in a white lab coat
He found a spark
Of his lost passion
As he drew diagrams
In the examination
He was crushed under expectations
But had to rise up and walk on the same road
He couldn't stop walking
Till he walked right into the hospital
somewhere the artist was dying
Trying to survive inside the doctor
