back then conforming to non conformity
meant re-writing fate in free verse
dodging the bullets on the path you chose
making detours through the infamous winds of doubt
and the walls of criticism
taking joy in backing the unjustifiable
to make a mockery of society's slef-righteousness
now, we wait for fate and run to bullets
all the paths lead to one spot
so, there is no need to fight winds and climb walls
joy is defined by how long it takes you to get there
the more creative the path
the less your chance for survival
so with your last breath
be brave, and bless your soul
dare to die before the ink dries |