Compartmentalization
Some word, isn’t it, huh?
Kept bugging me for quite some time now…
I first heard it when I was may-be five
Or seven years old;
Long before ‘derivative’, ‘endorsement’
Or ‘hypothesis’.
Not a day passed by as I kept wondering:
Compartmentalization…
I grew up to be pretty literate:
Read Dostoyevski and Faulkner,
Could argue about politics for hours
Even got a degree in Maths.
Yet still on some windy afternoon
Or long hot summer night
It keeps on bugging me,
Driving me nuts.
Didn’t google it
(out of pride, I reckon)
Now, as time goes by firmly,
I start to wonder ‘bout other things:
Perhaps growing up is overrated
Or education is?
’Cause I grew up to know so many words,
Feel so many things,
Learned to love, hate, forgive and forget
But still feel as a dumb little boy.
