The hill path that I trod upon is strewn with stones
I nonchalantly pocket one and make it my own
This world is full of naysayers who frown upon my ilk
They don’t see things the way I do and claim that I don’t fit in
I refuse to conform to the Societal norms as I think it is sheer lame
The ones who do toe the line have surely been tamed
I can’t understand the hypocrisy that one has to endure
everyone is wearing a mask, and no one is being honest that’s for sure
In my past life I would have confronted and taken everything as a slight
I would have said my piece with glee and wouldn’t have gone down without a fight
These events now though do not bother me anymore
I don’t owe these people anything and what they think is par for the course
I’m the author of my story and I write it as I deem it fit
No one else but I decide the characters I want in it
This life ceases to be a puzzle since I can’t make sense of it
What better way than to be like water and just flow with it
The journey does not end here even when I’m gone
for there is another chapter waiting to be written when I will be reborn
There might be some who will say that I was a rebel without a cause
To those I would say reflect on your life and take a timely pause
This world can be a beautiful paradise
Only if we live in it without malice or prejudice in sight
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