So much for wanting to be recognised and desperately hailed "the new hot".
You see a thing the first time and you really can't stand it.
It sickens you and the life in you feels ashen as a result
Everyone knows about your lack of understanding of the concept
You advocate for it to be truncated.
Then viola!
Like a facade you turn all of a sudden
Without conviction or reason
To be the very one who does the same thing you advocated against
Hypocrisy?
Hell no.
Crowd disorder, it is!
The moment a friend you hold in high esteem does it
Even without saying a word it begins to seem right.
And like oxygen, you begin to breathe it
To feel it
Then your subconscious tells you to take it a step further
You oblige and like a willing captive,
you begin to live it
To be it.
And all without conviction.
And then slowly you realize
That you're becoming a totally different you
A you who gives no flying thought about perception
About salvation.
A you who is not perturbed about distinction
But a you so self absorbed in coordination
In being the yuppy god
The you who cares about nothing but being the subject of rants
Anything to be a litany on the lips of all.
You call it evolution
I call it retribution
The you who does nothing about something
But everything about nothing
A you that's lost in light
Like a thief in the night
A you that's soaked in wrath
Like a brat from a fight
A you that's looking at you
But can't find you.
Because you're lost in an illusion
Of what the world wants you to be.
When it finally sinks
And you are all alone
Staring at shadows
Shadows of what used to be you
I hope you'd still love yourself. IMG_20180225_014432.JPG
