Meeting someone special

In his late teens and his looks so tense,

He seemed fed up with everybody’s pretence.


Looked like a boy with dreams on his mind,

But his mind itself to him, didn’t seem so kind.


Intelligence he had a little, but he seeked wisdom,

Mediocrity was a sin, a recipe to boredom,

The dream seemed to be – to escape mediocrity’s fiefdom.


I went to him to talk, but he barely expressed any interest,

“You’ve compromised your values” – seemed the verdict from his glancing test,

He was just like me, only from the years of yest.


I was intrigued to meet him, as if a spell he had cast,

I indeed was a dreamer, I had met myself from the past!!!

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