It is running through the crowd
Looking for a too friendly face,
The blame for not adapting.
Too true to yourself,
You refused the rules and expectations
of your younger peers,
Just to be well-defined and authentic.
Time has passed
And your originality is no novelty
To the people that around you
Puff their day away.
The gallery is open
And all its portrays are staring
While you pass by and search their expression.
Confident and resolute,
No character can hide her talents
To a deep investigator
Waking up with a question mark
Killed the rest and dreams of the night
Tortured by the doubts
and excited by the possibility
Your hands find no stillness
And tap and tickle
Until a list of steps in made
And the final is an answer.
Your life is in lists and islands of knowledge
to jump to and through
For a quiet certain conclusion.