• All these colours/

    Bouncing, dancing behind my eyes/

    But our imagination is growing dull/

    Struggling, dieing, captive/

    Answering to noone but its owner/

    Society....gripping with blinding anger/

    No change, no difference, a revult it fears/

    Order it craves, perfection of its people/

    No one will notice, bred to conform/

    Built, unless they are born screaming/

    Breaking the chain, creating/

    One ripple of sound in the silent air/

    Here it is, the break in the chain/

    Freedom, revolution that one tiny movement/

    Allow yourselves to breathe,see,touch/

    Dont be scared, just do it/

    Live, let your mind flow/

    Add vibrant shades, dont back down/

    Show them who you are!

    Imperfect....Human

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