Why should one fit To the definition of your ways happiness, success Meaning of live, Or the rationality of them all. Or any of rules you abide...
Are my uniqueness, My abstract so fearing to you?
So to fit into your ways , Why must my soul be cut, Schooled, conditioned, or broken Or be beaten to pulp. Or to made to agree with you By threatening at point-blank range To the other end of the barrel. And you trigger friendly. Yet in names of civility, Yet, You are a murder.
Your tailored outlook. Your norms are just accepted today, By the mass, is it not? That doesn't make it, the way, The right way or the only one, The perfect one.
You shout your lungs out, And make the preachers, The blind masses to spit your evils. Not understanding anything, Not learning anything , Not being able to see the enslavement. The walls and the bars and the shackles The self destructive, hollow notions of Acceptable definition and the categories Of being normal.
You pick out one different from the croud, Mock them, be-little them, make them drown In self-guilt, The acceptable civil bullying, Judging and finally Isolating the one.
Your collective hatred, Your collective ignorance, Your collective ascerbity, Your collective indifference. Is all for yourself.
Soon one who is amongst you Will realise, The construct of flawed self But too late or too soon.
For one who knows, They too won't shriek. Herd provides saftey and security. That is comforting. That is the very construct, Which will bring your doom.
Well for some, Crazy enough to walk out Your are too fearful of us. We have seen beyond the mirage That you created and wish to Walk out of it. Only to be named INSANE. IN SANITY I STAY, INSANITY THEY SAY.