Like a duckling that is raised up along with chicks, he does not fit.
Like an ant that has worked too hard, he is lost.
Like a bird that has flew away from home, he couldn't find the way home anymore.

Is his body growing too fast? Has his judgment and reasoning changed?
Or is his ego inflating at an accelerated and rapid rate?

He deceives, he lies about himself, to himself, and the concerned people around him.
He weaves a web of fiction and lies. In his own imaginative world, he lives. He is the commanding and influential king, the suave and noble prince, the one and only. Unique and self centered. Individualistic and egocentric. In his own imaginative world, he lives.

He wants to be the best. He craves for the attention. He will always be flawless.
In his own imaginative world, he lives.

He runs, as if running away from reality. He dreams, as if castles can be built in the air. He cries, as if the tears will numb the excruciating pain of being different. He hides, as if taking cover from the stones pelted at him.

Before leaving his own world, he lights up a cigarette. And the life as an average passer-by begins as he steps out of his flat.
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Damned mental block. kpop ringing right beside me ffs, all those heavy beats and lyrics that I (most likely you too) don't understand and comprehend. Get real, at least listen to songs that you actually understand. In this case, it could be compared to following the leader blindly, as we all like to criticise. Listening, without your ears at all.


Disclaimer: Your interpretation of any text in this blog is subjected to your own view. However, do not be overly paranoid or imaginative, please.