People see places
They see the world as rich and poor
Some see it as black, some as white
I see no line that divides.
Around the world we go
Combat cultures, savour the flow
Live the life of others
It’s nice for a day or so.
The world is no black or white
It’s no big or small
Nor despicable or frightful
It’s part artistic, part adroit.
Once you enter such a world
You leave the exit far behind
If you happen to come across a door
It’s your chance to magnify.
Someone once told me, we are not cut out for this society.
I believed I was adjusting fairly until the force started to pull me towards it.
I definitely wasn’t from this world.
Although, their understanding was beneath mine.
The rituals, the obligations, the wastage of resources, mostly the mind was beyond mine.
I couldn’t cope up with it, I felt the need to release my thoughts somewhere, I wanted to feel free.
A few comprehended my disguised thoughts, others defeated it.
The fight of a mutant is not one without disadvantages.
But, it had begun!