Find me where the wild things are, find me where poetry is
I was condemned by culture, my dreams were shattered by inhuman monsters, they call themselves elders and claim to promote heritage, this is absurd a sick and a terrible outrage, we are in the twenty first century, where people are led by vision and dreams.
I had a dream, it was my consuming passion, my sense of destiny but most of all my overriding goal, I always wanted to be a philosopher but never had i imagined my end was going to shutter, that was no end since there barely was a beginning all there was was an anticipating soul, a soul that wished to overcome all iniquity and every obstacle that would barricade me from my dream, my desire.
But culture, ooh culture! Why have you defiled me, why have you tampered with my innocence, i have to face the consequences though i never wished to be born…
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