Deep inside your minds eye,

lives the things you think but never ask why,

questions never answered till I die?

The decimation of the self inside,

our eyes grow wide,

it eeeks away our remaining pride

The future cannot see me,

it won’t let me alone to be,

it’s only sated by a cultural we

tis the we I cannot abide,

being independent is such a tough ride,

why must my I & my why always collide

Sacrificing away my humour,

living inside societies tumour,

as I’m decimated to a murmur

me being me,

eternal struggle inside the we,

individuals striving to be free

How to let myself be?

Fuck off the bullshit all around me!

Time to let the world see….