Label; without my appearance I wouldn’t have one,
Without it I won’t be judged before hand,
This is something everyone has for everything,
Relationships, people and situations as well.

Can you imagine how different things would be?
When everything is anonymous and still unique,
Looked at without misconceptions and preconceptions,
When everything is as it is, without knowing the word
That makes you react to it but makes you deal with it.

When you shed this superficial skin full of labels,
You can see clearly the depth which was illusion before,
You can live and breathe freely when it disappears,
But can you leave something that you’re so conditioned to?