Your Utopia, My Dystopia




Your Utopia, My Dystopia

The innocence is strong in me
The world is blue, 
Clear as day
Cheap and cheerful is my stance – 
My salutation!
Like a warrior, I stand by it,
Parrying the evil, 
Shielding the darkness it brings.

But I stumbled down, 
I stumbled upon a road
And the road speaks of history
Uncensored imagery flash 
Before my bright eyes
All there is, all there ever was – 
A conflict 
Of darkness and light.
I felt alone, 
I felt so cold – 
I never felt so small.

I turn into a cynic,
The human race becomes intolerable,
Saturated by euphoria, 
Intoxicated by the powers that be;
Fighting for their glories, 
Forming their own legacies.
I lost all of my love, 
I lost all of my hate – 
I’ve never felt so numb.

The trouble with love, 
the trouble with hate – 
It makes you certain;
Certain of fantasy, 
Certain of your utmost reality,
It buries your thoughts, 
Builds up the blocks – 
To create your utopia.
And they all follow you whole, 
Follow you down your hole,
But your utopia is my dystopia!

I was afraid to turn, 
I was afraid to be of the hive,
So I picked up an art – 
The art of jagged mischief!
I covered my thoughts, 
I curled up my soul – 
In a cynical blanket!
An army of you,
Versus an army of me...
You labelled me a misfit; 
You painted me as the black king!

The cynic is strong in me,
The world I thought blue,
Now grey.
Deep and meaningful now my stance – 
My salvation!
Like a warrior I stand by it,
Parrying the bliss,
Shielding the ignorance it brings.

Written by: Putera Ashraf

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