Mindless Paradox Of Life
Mindless Paradox Of Life By : The Divine Swan Sometimes I am asked to describe who I really am, I often struggle, Because I always look for that correct response, My staple answers are everybody else’s, Lovable, Caring, Determined, Pleasant and more, Nobody ever will have to delve deep into the gears of who I am, Wild, Stubborn, Hardworking, An empath and Bold, But I have to pass, Our world’s scan, So I got to erase all the untamed parts of me, And add plastic traits that I need to hone. In this reality, I am just price tags, Labels that are put on me, Sometimes they are expensive, Other times they are cheap, Ripping of these tags are what I want to do, But will society accept me? A cloth with no tags is usually bad news, A blank canvas usually suffocates a room, With the new ideas swirling inside one’s brain, The whiteness of the world, Would surely lead to the world’s doom, Although these price tags pinch me on my skin, Although they itch everyday, I keep them on, No matte...