Hi the books, you look at me, speechless,
Waiting for me to open you, and read each page,
But academic language? How could you do that?
How could you let others difficult to understand you,
The doctoral written, the highest words, like level 100
Well, man, woman, oh, I should also say, boy and girl,
How do you like being expensive-word-out-of-your-mind?
Well, the world, I am studying to further the understanding,
So that may I, myself, with a reminder, I am my responsibility,
That everything I do with life, it needs my action, as they need you.
To do something for the world, then someone appears, I understand your work,
So let me carry it when you are no more here on the Earth, yeah, right?
How could you think that you are immortal? The Earth lets life die every day,
Like we let our cells die inside every day, so what do you think?
I know my scripture is a fantasy because it comes from me, but what about you?
©️ Ismael Mansoor