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 destinies

Choice we make, Ironing out our Ironies!



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