I'm traveling this maze,
With a javelin,
Taking aim at abdomens,
Stumbling as I guilt trip
From pixie dust particles,
laced with the American way of conformity
I lash out in defense of culture to stimulate dormancy
But i'll rest for a second
And build on my mass collection
Ask questions of worth, since birth
Compile images, styled by each lesson
Cursed with illogical thinking in eyes of society
Crash parties of orthodox
Without the ignorant inviting me
The path I'm destined to walk is widening
But narrow to the close-minded
Hidden by brush and greenery,
I can't see, but my flows find it
Blinded as I step through this forest of activists
Dodging thorns of the norm