A Cryptic Triptych Poem

The centre of the seesaw is for contemplation. 
Before embarking on the made decision. 

Such a noble profession, being a doctor. 
The modern soldier. 
This expected Asian dream would please so many. 
I understand. 
The world needs all the sciences. 

Instead I please myself,
chase my crimson pipe dreams. 
Smuggled through the wish of my south node,
smoked out into the ether of the pining north.

_{^{© N. Nazir 2021}}

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Written for:
Sammi Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt: Smuggle, 66 words.
My Vivid Blog Prompt Word #134 Expect
Ragtag Daily Prompt: Crimson