Living From The Patterns Of Conformity - Tori-Ann Williams

I loiter near impalpable loopholes with hopes of fulfilling my soul

Here the shadows overcast like silent, sunless days.

A pattern of disorder is emitted, something that i'm familiar with

This route; one not commonly taken by the conformists

My adverse ways of living have led me here

Where hearts are caged in non-clarity and impediment

We would stand in rows like trees that are without roots

And our hands bound like branches that are afraid to bear fruit

Yet it's hypnotizing and slightly convincing

Every dream has been molded into a permanent state of obsolescence

It was created solely to emit suffocating patterns

The very patterns at least that i'm attempting to run away from.