When you get older
You stop being a hoarder
You focus on quality
And forget what society expects from you
Marry young and bear a child
So you think you should hide if you are different.

What a pity
To limit your activity.
The world doesn’t see
The treasure you could be.
Life is toxic so you’d better box it
And focus on your story.

Stop saying sorry.
Just find yourself and hope.
That’s the real dope.
And remember what matters
Forget all the mad hatters.
They are fake and make you step on the brake.

Because they don’t care.
Because they don’t dare.

When you feel dizzy ‘cause this life’s so busy,
Keep in mind that it will come to an end.
So don’t pretend or suspend your dreams
When you don’t fully apprehend.
Am I near the end?

My lines are not finished
Though my style is not polished
But who cares.
I’m the one who dares
To live and love, be strange and change.
For I have connected the dots
And I am alive against all odds.