End of the line.

Wow did they brainwash fast  . 

Oh the two shots for summer repeating ads has junkies wanting not to stop. 

Absolutely flabbergasted that no one has complained, or explained to them we are not the same. 

Most have bad habits and shame, most find it difficult to deal with society. 

I have met the end of the line man. 

And his kind eccentric nature, reassured my rebellious spirit. 

It's still okay to have my opinions without others say. 

If it's okay to be different then why am I being forced. 

Ones behalf has been ripped in half. 

Saying it's only my  option. 

I am not a body I am somebody.

I am someone. 

I deserve to make my own choices or what's the point of life. 

I might be subject to change or drudgery. 

But won't under the radar. 

My hard work,  to create my own views, paint the land with my creativity. 

I have created my sense since the beginning of the body that for now is  me. 

My temple, my honor, my integrity to be one of  the last race and non conformist face. 

End the line and so shall be. 
 
Remember that the birds and the trees are way nicer noises than the news. 

I did not waiver from a  cause. 

Poet philosophy and its own reasons. 

I was  tight here.

And have met all color and creed. 

Felt the steady, and unsteady the teeter of the edge. 

For lines always end. 

Just because.