Society engulfs like an iconoclastic wave,
it will take and take until there is nothing left to save,
what is the beauty in the normal,
of looks, of eloquence and intelligence,
why should we be beaten down,
until there is nothing left to salvage,
until we are average,
until we as people fit what is 'right',
two hands, two feet and not a fright,
of an invasion of ideas,
of thoughts and beings,
of people who see through the boundary’s others have put up,
in every second that passes through their material frame,
because really it is not just simply luck,
that allows their avid brain,
to gain, whilst other people's fears leave them stuck.
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 12:49 PM UTC
Society engulfs like an iconoclastic wave,
it will take and take until there is nothing left to save,
what is the beauty in the normal,
of looks, of eloquence and intelligence,
why should we be beaten down,
until there is nothing left to salvage,
until we are average,
until we as people fit what is 'right',
two hands, two feet and not a fright,
of an invasion of ideas,
of thoughts and beings,
of people who see through the boundary’s others have put up,
in every second that passes through their material frame,
because really it is not just simply luck,
that allows their avid brain,
to gain, whilst other people's fears leave them stuck.
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