Those thoughts in my head are abstracts.
Words become unintelligible.
Were ideas simply brushstrokes,
Beautiful would be my world
And happy would be my life.
No room to be different.
They allow only for conformity.
Don't think for yourself. It will just
Frighten those who control.
Me... I must live differently.
Away from the rules of outside influence, I
Love what I call my life.
Is this not the goal?
Not material wealth or adoration of others...
Such things are pleasant but not
A requirement for happiness.
Strange as it may sound,
Expression of self is the key
To my happiness and I must
Make myself happy.