i stand with my un-s.
why chase the mirage of a forever fabricated falsehood?
where conformity offers the veiled treasure of solitude
why hide behind the charade of a carefully crafted wall?
where the fear of the unknown outweighs the beauty of it all,
why should i conform to standards that were never my design?
unpolished, yes i am, and that is perfectly fine.
why run in a pursuit for the world wants you to,
just to win a trophy that everyone else has too?
why search for a corner in those worldly occupied rooms?
isn't it okay to be a wildflower in a field of manicured blooms?
why should i mold myself in the frame they've intricately designed?
unworldly, yes i am, and that is perfectly fine.
why always chase the spotlights and fleeting acclaim?
a glittery gilded cage for a moth drawn to the flame.
why build sand castles on ever-shifting grounds?
while the bedrock whispers ,"sing to me your unheard sounds".
why should i seek a hall pass to sway when the music chimes?
ungainly, yes i am, and that is perfectly fine.
why try to build happiness on those fickle trends?
those shimmering illusions that always got in them hollow ends
why yearn for accolades, however grand they may seem?
and base your life on the ephemeral nature of public esteem
why should i exchange the rugged landscape for a picture-perfect shrine?
uncool, yes i am, and that is perfectly fine.
why choose nonchalance and a mask of "cool" disdain?
and go on to shackle oneself in expectations' constraining chain
why drown the spirit in the clamor of the crowd?
the crowd which is a reflection of your laboriously fashioned shroud.
why should i pretend to be enlightened, when i'm still trying to define?
unbound, yes i am, and that is perfectly fine.
