The Odyssey of a Student

Each morning, I rise — Odysseus at sea,
The horizon shifts, but the Sirens tempt me.
This too shall pass, they always say,
But what they forget is — my journey’s today.

Every lecture, every line I read,
Another armor for life I need.
Like Hephaestus forging fire, refined,
Each formula etched into my mind.

I walk through this maze, thread in hand,
Like Theseus, daring to understand.
The Minotaur’s maze — labyrinth of words,
Each twist a challenge, each turn unheard.

Like Sisyphus, I push this stone,
But mine rolls not to mock — but to hone.
Each step uphill, my strength renews,
For every fall, there’s clearer views.

Eyes locked like Arjuna’s unshaken gaze,
On the bird’s eye — past the haze.
No feast, no whisper, no fleeting song,
Can pull me from where I belong.

I burn the midnight lamp — my Promethean spark,
Chasing knowledge through the dark.
Each project, each final, my offering due,
Demanding my heart, like Shylock too.

But I give it freely, this heart of mine,
Carved out for dreams — no fear of time.
Because dreams demand what comfort won’t,
And I’m built to give what others don’t.

Through Wonderland of statistics and AI,
Like Alice, I question — who, what, why?
But curiosity sharpens the mind I own,
Even when answers remain unknown.

I fly too high sometimes — Icarus flame,
But falling’s the price for touching the frame.
For skies too wide for safer plans —
If you want the sun, you risk burned hands.

Because those who push through storm and sky,
Rewrite the rules, redefine the why.
And in the end, with grit and a lucky golden ticket,
Like Charlie, I’ll seize the world — not the wicked.