Chained in the rules of society,
I have forgotten my priority.
Why is it so important for them ,
While insignificant for me.
Imposition by them ,
Submission by me .
For a nano second ,
Let me be me.
Was born to fly,
Is forced to crawl.
Is it the destiny ,
Or my own fallacy ?
Is it them ,
Or is it me?
Is it acceptance ,
Or is it resistance?
One haunting song,
All night long .
Let me be me ,
Let me be me .
Was born with a sword,
Aware of my prerogative.
Was it taken away,
Or was it given away?
Blaim too heavy to be shouldered alone ,
Easier to be shifted .
Hear it again ,
Dare it again.
Convergence is society,
Divergence is identity.
Confusion is vice ,
Action is virtue .
To be or not to be ??
Action makes me , me
Inaction makes me , unme.
Beg not from society ,
But from the unme .
( A self composed poem )
Sunday, September 9, 2007
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