Conformism Poem by Carlos Daniel Neves

I'm sitting trough the storm
wishing you and I were born
far away from here

And I wonder while awake
of what I see before daybreak
is it real
or is it just a dream I have for us

Standing closer to the sun
should I stay or should I run
is there even a right choice

So I keep out of the way
of those who know what to say
will they be the ones
to show us were to go
will this be our lives
is this why I had to grow