The Individual ?

Breathing air for the first time; a miracle on its own
Born into “a” world is an apparent sin

Live to be a part of a universe infinite and pure.
Individuality, attendance was poor.

Succumb to the whim of the traits that was given by the elders
Be the ones who bore you into this world…
Retaliate, SIN… for it is written somewhere in their minds that things should be just so,
No one will ever be truly happy without them around to show.

Heartache will befall on those who go against those who want to be an individual
Those who tread the path, who failed with a weak will,
Kill!!!

Killed by your own for the pure thought of individuality.

Utopia never existed in the minds of some; euphoric drones,
they succumbed to the poisonous venomous words of the fast too soon.
Forget you, will they…
No, for you were weaved with the same cloth of simple fabric that they want to show
Dance to a song of joy one day and see how they will treat the stupid idiot who felt the urge to be unstill.
To be the one who you thought you were a mystery of things unsaid and utterances were still.
By the will of those who were freed by their lust for something that they were given freely

Individuality will never be sold on a marketplaces freely.