I'm so tired.
This mediocrity is wearing me down.
I can't keep on living like this
The current of society is pulling me down

A bird with it's wings clipped,
Flying, if only it were that easy.
I can't stand it
I want to be who I am, not who you make me.

Do this, do that, be this, be that.
All I can do is sit by as someone else takes over.
I'm not me
I am what you made me.

The product of pressure
Chemical reaction of the spirit.
Completely permanent
Product of unnatural conditions.

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Chronos, in the year 390 AF.