I’ve been running away
for far too long. But I’m not ready to face it yet.
I’ve let myself lie
dormant for far too long.
Being the opposition is
tiring. (No allusion to the election tyvm.) That’s why people go with the flow.
They always tell you to
‘Just be yourself’ but what if sometimes the world doesn’t allow you to be yourself?
What if being yourself
meant breaking the rules and pushing the boundaries?
The things that people love
don’t follow a set of laws.
Should I be a mackerel
or a salmon?
Please get me the
blueprints.