I see a glimpse of hope In those who unapologetically scream I don't give a **** I'm Stuck between the nagging thought of self realization And the sensations of guilt and freedom Just as Rome wasn't built in a day It'll take me a some time to take away the person that I really am Yet I persevere to ram my head against the wall of perpetual instability Held back by the humility of my elders I carry on Just as those before me and those long after I'm gone I like millions of other will stay strong against the perpetual void I am but a contextual being of my surroundings Howling at the every day grind Dreaming of the day I will leave it all behind And be free Free like the wind in children's stories Constantly fighting against being perceived and counted as one of these bodies An individual A life Full of strife and longing Belonging to no one but myself And maybe fairytales belong on a dusty old shelf But as long as I breathe I will always believe and never forsake myself