Reaching

Please tell me I'm wrong, and man when I admit it I'll sing the song, walk back that long, winding road, paying back my toll, but what about the future, when the engineering life looked for financially fruitful, but what is the use when you can't use your abilities to its extremities, exercise creativity, critical thinking, I guess we are just blinking and not getting the picture, life is obscure, irregular, some say it is a disease with no cure, where do I find comfort in bed full of doubts, negativity has to leave my mouth, lost and astray, pipe dreams left burnt in the ashtray, but I still stay strong, I am facing another storm, tearing through another norm, another level of the status quo, this time I am reaching for knowledge not the gold