Always feel out of the movement, constantly prone to speak dissent, tell me it’s straight I’ll say get bent.
Never feel part of the in crowd, soaking in silence while others get loud, with conventional wisdom I ain’t cowed.
Past days I may’ve been brainwashed, swallowing truth, feared I’d get trashed- now I speak my own mind though I get bashed.
Only truth I know now is to question, sets one onto paths of new lessons and the first step is second guessing.
Time to embrace some defiance as the only sure means for reliance, searching for truth is a science.
And now I feel part of this wild earth where every great mind has it’s rebirth from somebody questioning its real worth.