Blind Faith

 

I remember when I use to want to "fit in"
I tell you this not knowing quite where to begin.
More than a trend.
A yearning.
To win?
To sin?
To have many friends?
More than a Facebook...
So much more than a quick look...
At a glance perhaps a cheap romance...
Oh to be able to visit France...
To dine in Italy...
To taste all those things that have been denied me...
A fire.
A desire.
Yet I realize now I am surrounded by liars...
Those who go along to get along.
Those who join the choir.
Those who sing that same same song...
I don't want that!
I want to be me!
I want to be contra!
I want to be free!
I want to be one of those with eyes that can see...
the conspiracy...