Called college quits after many frights.
After many inspirations, the brain takes hints.
Opportunities lost, in big seminar rooms, and public health efforts. All I wanted was to become a helping part of human disaster relief programs, but I chose to quit before I begun, professors disappointed, family confused, and I dreamed of coming back after a long journey, yet, I never did go back, my dream is still vast.
Take another chance you might become a cast.
Running into the wild endless journeys.
No shelter and living without worries.
They speak from a far, a distant star.
They speak in a letter, and a car.
Family cries, sleepless nights.
Family ties are rooted in heights.
Take a chance a spirit is a dance.
With little stance it is nothing but a chance.
A humanitarian at heart and no plot.
It takes a spot in the midst of a jot.