Aesthetic Fille

I’m drifting away from who I once was Being a quick silver, Turning into a hypocrite Carping about the sense of becoming void And contorted of turning pedantic But then I sense a chime A drone reminding me of the propaganda Realising I dispelled all those lovely carnations Turning into an irreverent and impertinent snob After all this, I must profess I’ve kept a clandestine detail I am an assassin to my own optimism Because my conscience was rumpled, Unlike the rest of the race I am obligated to emulate the civilisation Remain a stitch among many others Embedded on the same fabric Pierced with an identical needle into the fancy work However, forth with I’m determined To distort into an insurgent soul To stand out of the counterfeit Whose deeds are ditto of every mortal Though petrified and vulnerable I must proclaim I will give solace to my entranced spirit By embellishing my ordeals And rummage through the potentials I will elicit every sounding, And forge every refrain At no time relinquish my sauntered footpath And yearn for evermore