Mundane bonks

   I see how is William talked about, Alluring, ideal and more (I lack words) Perhaps, if alive I would have kept questioning him (Macbeth particularly) But man died before I realized I can think, Think enough to question him. I think, Therefore I am Hegel's idea. Idea that's bulks up a skinny kid's bag And now her shoulders are in pain. I think, Think enough to be in the box Moreover an alien I am that Marx would've liked. Good enough a thinker he was to question me; Question why I question him? A question about how did he write a book that weighs more than me, With letters small enough to not be seen? And are they sure that Plato was not a group of people? His views are sublime If alive, he wouldn't have taught me as math is not something I seem to know. Marx, Hegel and William and the Greek geeks Its nice to talk, though you're dead. Humans are still morons, I don't think much about souls, they don't buy me bread. None of us do, Rather, we dwell over ...

 I, as a 12th grader who's been pretty average in all walks of life and has backache have developed an interest into many fields and backed off because they felt out of league. But a crude yet funny phase of my adolescence pushed me into being anxious and anyhow developing an interest in my own thoughts; thoughts that horrified.  Thoughts can be pretty interesting, they can make you go through a life of someone you think you are. ( in a unnecessarily tough manner; because universe, they say, teaches you through suffering).  And when you began being too interested in your own thoughts you either write, read a bit more, follow a few amateur ethics pages on Instagram or be diagnosed with some disorder that people don't will to accept as a disease.  Usually both the events occur together. And yes it happened with every person whose quotes you read or come across on media very frequently. They did really go through a good heartbreak sort of thing if not it must be great ...