“Where would you like to go?”,
the car questioned him.
As he fed in the location, he remembered them saying,
“Ride hard and Stop conforming”
While they all took paths to different destinations..
He sat here, in a driverless car, taking him to his 10th job interview
Same city,same nation..
Driverless cars! Pfft!!
If only they knew,
how he and his mate, used to design them,
sitting on the back benches
They were the scientists of tomorrow,
But alas! A jobless man today..
He checked the day..25 years since he left school..
When did time go so soon..
A happy kid he was,
who lived in the future.
A hard pill to swallow,
that the future was here,
but the kid was no where near..
“Act your age”, they said
“find a job, marry,settle down”
“forget your childish dreams”
“Travel blogger! Whoever heard of such a thing..”
Heartbroken he conformed
He panicked and suddenly felt alone,
hadn’t he agreed to,
do whatever the society had asked him to,
“Then why do I not feel happy nor free?”
“Guilty? have i wronged the kid inside me?”
“You have arrived at your destination”
the car suddenly spoke..
looking out, at the towering glass-paned building,
dwarfing the world around
He finally questioned himself