Accepting the universal ‘truth’ of being a social human
We all act in a terribly discomforting monotonous unison
How can we call we so ignorant so get lured by this illusion
Life is definitely a more vibrant and colorful fusion
We all are motivated by the same materialistic things
Surely we can’t be so childish to sacrifice our own wings
I dare to fly against all the worldly illusionary pains
Which the society creates to corrupt my brains
Call me insane, call me mad
I somehow know I am not that bad
Yes the world has definitely made me bitterly sad
But no longer can I sit with my hand on hand
Let me sing and dance till this world blasts
Alas! I can do this till this madly bliss lasts
It’s a dream I have always cherished
How wonderful will it be to get perished?
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