Ironing out our Ironies
Pretend to be smart or act like you’re dumb Know your moves but ‘no’ your grooves A world of being liked or else commented on Always being judged and validated on Did you ever realize you’re part of one big chase Lost in transition, not everything’s fair How can it be fair? Else I would be call a racist! Prove yourself at every stage yet deliver your bit I try hard to live in sanity and bring out my wit To keep me going, seems rushed at times No clarity, no purpose, no direction I find Losing weight, my calm, my mind. We are made to sit in boxes, expected to think outside the box What a paradox it is, I find it hard to comprehend Only wars were fought once upon a time And now we fight for even being heard The problem is the solution itself Come to my aid, my rescue Trial and error are one big chance Challenge or opportunity to dance Distancing was great but was of no use Spaced out completely, off went my fuse Controlled by lives and ...