For so long,
I've been desperately trying to conform
To strip myself of every little detail that is woven within the fabric of my being
Everything that is too colorful and too flamboyant,
Too vibrant
I observe the stale and starched people
And here I am,
An artist and a poet
Wishing I could just be more mediocre
But right when I was yet again mulling over in my mind
All the things about me I have to mend or hide
A whisper arose like a refreshing mist inside,
Reminding me wisely
That these rebellious ideas that I attempt to suppress,
Are the very ideas that will change the world
So, why waste all my time forcing myself to live out of alignment with my truth?
I must carry on,
And let my heart be my only muse.