The elitism conception

In ruins of diversity
Emerges again
This tale of
Raging waves
Turned into simple drops.

A bird who never saw his feathers
His scattered feathers

He fell in blindness
And crawled cause he was told to.
He raised his vision
To dead-end paths.
He could never fly again.

Shattering down
What gives you meaning of life
Replaced beckoning
This bloody dreariness
We shall escape from it

A bird who never saw the moon
And focused on shining stars.

As shape-shifting devices
Don’t follow the highway
Don’t fear the sideways
Embrace individuality

He fell in blindness
And crawled cause he was told to.
He raised his vision
To dead-end paths.
He could never fly again.