Flower child, they tell me that I can't afford to give my love away for free quantifying it is a limited good as though I am passing my self-worth out like candy to greedy children leaving nothing left for me
Flower child, they tell me that if I must speak that I must shout to be heard should my soft speech and gentle words be swept away in the strong tide of self interest
Flower child, they tell me I must dress in uniform but I fear that I will drown in the sea of normalcy unable to swallow air through the tightness of my collar and heaviness of pin-striped monotony
Flower child, is it so bad to love unboundedly? to channel strength through vulnerability? to let one's soul greet the eyes of a stranger?