My Societysomehow its all about finding myself
and who is that person I want to be
but hey, aren't I right here, right now?
so then whats wrong with my society?
why this confusion?
why this turmoil?
what are you trying
to say to
me?
i'll scour myself for originality
and still sink into my stereotypical life
every day, my depression looms
as once again, the mould doesn't fit right
who am I?
who can I be?
can't i get on
just being
me?
I'm suspicious, staring each day
into that eye of that typhoon
scared that my one, and any deflection
might impel the NORM to break me in two
what is novel?
what is cliche?
when can anything
be truly
me?
break me from my craven confusion
torn from the path's cradled womb
show me my one true final completion
show me ... life. from birth to tomb.
when to die?
when to live?
in every moment
it seems...
we do
each.
please never regret.
its a human emotion.
never look back.
its a past illusion.
never compare.
its a misconception.
just try to feel comfortable
in this harsh society.
we live in.
|Stranger| 8:21 PM|
