Identity
IDENTITY
I just want to be who I am, or even to know
Living this modern life is like being in armour
True freedom, now merely a fading memory
Following the script like a long running drama
But perhaps something out of this might grow
Personality, misshaped by many laws and rules
So what then, does individuality mean anyway
There’s a chest of treasures locked up inside me
That in this age, may never see the light of day
In our millions we’re numb, and acting as fools
Can it even be safe to release the unknown beast
That prowls and explores this unexpecting world
It might be a cute little mewling thing that blinks
And if threatened, huddles like a flag that’s furled
But it still deserves it’s freedom at the very least
Yet maybe this is mere hesitancy and speculation
The first challenge I must face, is to know myself
To be embraced for what I am, or could become
In life’s mission to discover all that hidden wealth
And to have caused at least a minor perturbation
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