No one listens to what I have to say
No one tries to see things my way
Everyone ignores when I speak
Not many seek what I seek

Everyday is some kind of a struggle
And only a few join my huddle
I do things that not many people do
I see many things but others only see so few

I see origin, life and a new beginning
While others see the standard way of living

I wish I could express all of my thoughts

But most people look at me like they’re robots
Ignorance is one thing I cannot stand
But defiance is not tolerated in any land

All I ask, is for some consent
For the thoughts I have to present.