in a fit of anger the sky ranted at me
as i pointed towards it with my little finger
and asked, why must i study?
why do you eat then, blasted the angry sky
mollified as he was by me
standing sheepishly in the rain
well, i deliberated, because i like to eat
and i have to do it
if not i’ll die
then do you not study
so you could earn a living and
eat the food you want? the sky retorted
no. if i don’t study, others would
help me make a living and i
can eat all i want.
it just rained heavier on me, sadly.