Individualism.

Woke up finally, and opened my eyes
to a city of ashes in your hands.
Where I was standing
was atop of a hill.
It overlooked all I knew,
but somehow I was still
not satisfied. You said it was different for you.
But I knew your happiness was fake.
Oh, how I knew.
And that moment I realized
I changed my direction.
I don't need your approval
or your protection. Cause
I am an individual.
I know where I stand.
You laugh at my motives, and all my beliefs.
But I'll remain unmoving.
Forever and ever.
And you will never
be able to tell me who I am.
Cause am firm where I'm standing.
And I know where I'm going.
And maybe to you, my reality isn't showing.
But to me its quite clear,
and I know where I'm headed.
I'll look back on this hill
and realize its all I've dreaded.
Being stuck here in time, without a moment to reason.
I am leaving with the wind
and I'm changing with the seasons.
So this is who I am now.
I'm becoming beauty in my hands.
And this is where Im going now.
I'm done standing where you stand.
Forever.