Is it true, that I have dared?
To think differently than you?
I guess it must seem strange,
That I have broken that taboo.
I’ve pulled the tangled threads,
Of the questions in my mind.
And cut the cords of bondage,
So your lies no longer blind.
Your authority is empty,
A dark contagious plague.
Designed to rein the masses in,
And influence the vague.
What a waste of life it is,
To surrender your own will
To those that cannot comprehend,
What lies beyond the hill.
They forget about the snow,
And the lesson contained therein.
Not a single snowflake is the same,
No, you’ll never find its twin.
Their beauty lies in difference,
And their failure to conform,
Remember that and mark it well,
When you’re told you’re not the norm.