#12. To do what I love to do

They told me I were crazy

going out of on my way

to do what I loved to do.

Here so easy was it to be judged

and to judge,  letting eyes scrutiny you

asking you what you were planning to

With your life.

I put aside my books and let my

 imagination wield, letting to be taken

far from this place. So effortless was it

to fight this way, to have two dimensions-

one to dream  and the other to stay.

The cruel words continued , the skeptics

spoke but here I was in my make do world,

 oblivious to the doubts said.

Or maybe I should have stayed

rather than take the escape. I could

have shown to all those who hassle

instead of just play the scenes of my battles

 in my mind again and again.

I could have done good then, justified

my love for what I loved to do.