The Writers' Circle

All my life I have had interruptions,
Riding through life with difficult separations.
People pulling me in all kinds of directions,
Trying to get their hands on my ambitions.

I have had my fair share of distractions,
Living life through an on - looker's perceptions. 
Eliminating tough competitions, 
Reaching high towards my parent's expectations. 

Weaving through sticky situations,
Aiming to be the talent of all generations,
Sitting through the same old conversations.
In class I thought I made my preparations. 

Maths or economics aren't going to be my professions. 
This is only just one of the introductions,
From life's terms and conditions.
On every turn in my life there are complications.

In our teacher's life there is much corruption, 
And so in return to relieve her frustration,
Given to us is homework on terms of compassion,
And if not that just plain multiplication.

Our workload shows us her affection,
Towards her students education.
Countless sheets covered with division,
Reaching the end is my personal mission.

I was always in the wrong location,
Searching for the right information,
Grabbing at any option.
And now I have the answer to this long multiplication.

Writing this poem was only a diversion.
From all the mathematical confusion.
This math's work is now ready for distribution.
And I'm inclined for world domination.