So long we pretend to be angels,
we follow the rules
and do what were told,
we wouldnt dare break them
bend them
for fear of getting in trouble,
So long we pretend to be normal
our status the great opportune,
to stray would be a blood bath sin
but to follow is trapping not few,
sinking to that level of normal
to blend with the defining definition
is murder to the person we are yet to become,
to the life we shall soon live in,
but to stray would be all darkness
with light just in the horizon
but to walk blinded is in bad position
for all who dont wish to stirve,
those who do will be followed
by those who wish to be lead
but for all who seek adventure
will venture far
far
ahead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seems like were all holding a torch