Society, who am I?
Stereotype me on command
Demand those to look on blindly
Interpreting me to their own lazy convenience
Society, Am I one of reasons for your decay?
Is that what the righteous would say?
Even fools can inherit educated guesses
By something they have on paper
All by studying yet never remembering
Life is not always a full circle
It comes in many different shapes
Quaintly inaccurate from small to large sizes
Adding, subtracting it even multiplies
All in what point of view is independently supplied
Seize life in an age of this phantom renascence
Poets unheard in a paper or plastic dwelling
Buying out simple amusements
In the name of sacrificial lambs at play
Obeying all that owns the sounds of money exchanging
Poor by society, Rich by soul
Heart full of dreams, never letting go
Being myself, non-conformed
Call me crazy, Call me empty
Enslaved by society’s judgments, Nevermore
Feel the dead of these beats
True success is not written in blood
Words are more sacred than life’s redundant, just because
Being in order is just a bore
Disorder is a poet’s pet rock metaphor, Origins, Unknown
Chaos is a gift
An enigma has so many places to go
Limitless is my friend, Limit is my foe
Who really cares if these words were unknown?
They help my soul grow on its very own
Society, you have blessed me
By the very rejection handed out
The very one you have personally bestowed
I am no longer ashamed of myself
After all I am more than what the real world has bargained me for
Being creative is what I love being
No matter what is seen or unseen
Hated or loved
I create for the love of creation
For getting the best out of myself, Always, Forever to beyond
In the heart of a musing,
I will always be incompletely whole, forevermore
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Limitless is my friend, Limit is my foe..What an amazing expression shared definitely. This amazes mind frequently. Interesting sharing.10