As years passed by, the childish innocence died and so did the free spirit, that blinded the eye.
It was time to comprehend life, to meet face to face to what had become of 'I'.
Where did I belong to, what do I relate to, where are my roots, where was my sky.
The society had failed to capture and mold my essence, as I questioned it's virtues and beliefs that it peddled through it's religions, schools, media, goals and other ideological dens.
As I ripped myself off, of all these psychological tweaks, all was left to stare at, was a dark abyss.
I stared deep into this dark abyss, it stared right back at me, as if it questioned the existence of my identity.
As it's stare intensified, I ran, ran in into the labyrinths of this dark mind, to run away from what it wanted to unravel, to clarify.
I saw it all break down, as all the scaffolds liquified, the structures of my identity became apparent to my eyes.
As I spoke of truth and justice I could hear the sold out media's voice, as I spoke of value and virtue I could hear the religious charlatans hue and cry.
I spoke about rights, freedom and history and I could hear the laughs of the ruling politicians that printed textbooks out and into my mind.
As my mind ran the race to be the best, talked about development of cities over my primitive village that I had left, I could see the capitalist owners smile that buried those mammoth jungles for coal, iron, gold and every mineral worthwhile.
It became tough to fathom, fathom what I was. An obedient reflection of the controlled world. Another pawn in the controllers claws.
The thoughts clarified, I plucked and picked pieces to build my mind, as I rebuilt my identity with new bricks, atlast I was out of the matrix.
I ran back from the urban concrete back to my native forests, learnt my native language, and took a deep dive into it's culture, found my roots in the spirit of it's folk songs and it's literature.
There weren't people here in plenty, heard most of them left to the cities across the sea in search for an identity.