We all need to be free at time. Break loose from the burden that society expects from us. Be yourself and live as you were born.
Where were we old friend:
Yes, here we are, caught up in the claws of norm
Before this uncivilized world that tries to shape us
My knees are bruised from bending for everyone's rules and moral worths
The feeling of inferiority in your own comfort zone
Every wrinkle on you is seen as a patch of sin
Here I stand, trapped, bruised, before you
I free myself from moral expectations
Let them judge me
But I stand before you, bruised, with
Broken knees, and now I need to chase my own dreams.
© 2021 Rowaldo Kamfer