2.            LEARNING

An office routine remains in uniform
Even others must feed the norm
Of their daily habituate
As if nothing could happen.

Someday even have a smile
And others follow the storms.
We loose some of the old norms
As thoughts dwell to a pleasure mile
For the last sunset
As work may follow what they want.

How then friend we have lost our name
Failing away from our dream
When we fear no work or name
Or was it just the education system?