From darkness illusion,
To the frail suns trail,
Alone on a trees discards,
Cross-legged she sat,
As she waited, blank mind, confusion,
Passers by-caught-eyes drawn back,
Emotion free in her state,
She does not know what not she feels
She was not taught what not she knows
Text-books, Tests- Prep for life?
She scoffs and wished true lessons shed learnt.
For everyday questions answers could she provide,
But advice? Opinion? What were they?
The real lessons in life come from mistakes
And mistakes thus forth she had not made
So what of the lone dweller of her thoughts?
What of the fault search she could not perfect?
She sat there thinking about her ponders
And at last realized her mishaps
For not one being has not made a blunder
For perfection is naught but imperfections fault.
