Life resembles a paradoxism.
So irregular, it's a sequence.
Trying to roll with the norms,
but, my behavior won't conform.
I loved wearing stripes and patterns.
Now, nothing really matters.
My friend likes yellow, I like blue.
I'd go for vintage, but he's into modern.
These are differences though just in preferences.
If I go into actions and reactions, I'd be reaching new dimensions.
No, two people are the same.
Yet everyone's practicing uniformity.
I saw a girl beaten for being in a relationship.
Another praised for going that deep.
We're all sailing different ships.
Yet measured by how hard we drip.
Double standard is the order of the day.
One wonders how it got to be this way.
What's important now?
Business? Fashion? Politics?
Most chasing careers just to earn a title.
When in reality, there shouldn't be a higher profession.
Musa has left this world.
He's tired of the things he has seen at the gate.
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