Farewell

I say farewell to my creativity 

They will make nothing of my freedom, my liberation of thoughts, my glory against the clock 

My words will succumb to an abyss of monotony, and the oppressive restraints of uniformity

My expression will be gifted with demise

Because being victorious against the system is not what they've arranged

I say farewell to my ways- my late nights praying to produce a message, my days accumulating with rage  

I know I am more than what they need me to be 

I believe in the beauty their eyes cannot be sustained to see 

Often criticized and hypnotized, we fall 

They preside over us all yet our emotion and devotion to the prosperity of the truth brings us high above 

While they tumble down in their pursuit for power,

While our exclamations and motivation bewilder them for hours, 

I simply say goodbye, for a reason I may never know why