Some say we're slow,
That we don't vibe with the flow,
Or maybe we're just tired of the show!
And desire a path purer than snow,
Where there are less pressures and turbulence,
Unhealthy contest for game and opulence,
Where one desire burns in our hearts;
To really be all we were ever designed to be,
Tearing through the shadows of hurts and pains,
Religious and ethnical facades and shame,
Into our reality on the inside,
And maybe you haven't figured it out yet,
T'is one thing I'll tell you, my friend
Dare to be different,
Come out of the mediocre hue,
Cos in the end,after all said and done
Your life as a report sheet will show;
If t'was fulfilled or not!
©a-jay
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