Desperately searching for identity, masking
Bland affectations
The need for acceptance
To be perceived as one of the tribe, belonging
Pulling together for egoistic safety
United by fear
We dim the flame that
Sheds a light on difference, inequality
Incongruities, we suffer the scrutiny
Of our peers and by
Sufferance we give-up
Our secrets, our private selves to the common wheel
For the common good, we open our wounds and bleed
Exposing our pains
I kept to my-self
Diffident and distant, rebellious and free
In solitude, I reflected on my movement, watched
It transformation
All our symbols turned
Into icons of fashion, desperately searching
For truth and identity, assimilation
Cool affectation
Tribalism and safety, satisfaction
Blind quiescence
