With all said and done,
You find that we're all trying to become one,
Sticking to what we prefer,
Chasing those who seem to differ
From what we think should be,
Yet we want to choose our own destiny.
What a shame,
Am I to blame,
Boxing myself in these four walls,
Confiding myself into what they call,
The Norms.
We beg for clarity,
Yet treat it like celibacy,
Restraining from what we want,
Just because 'someone' said we can't.
Never do what they want,
Once it feels
Right for you, to
Me it's a blessing to be able to
Stick to what I feel is right,
And you will find, it is in plain sight.
