We all have that one thing we're destined to do,
It leaves our sanity something to cling to.
Its the feeling of passion that takes our soul,
It differentiates the empty from the whole.

This is what we have all be told,
But when we are different, we fold.
We don't stand tall in success,
Because we're all scared of originalities stress.

We would rather prosper as copies
Than leave behind our insecurities.
We would rather follow someone else's bricked way,
Before wondering into the jungle with fears to stray .

We have been forced, scared into a cage of indiversity,
But the bars are invisible to my curiosity.
Your minds have been set to a specific channel.
One of balanced fear and comfort with no light at the end of the tunnel.

- E.A.F