●I was thrown into that, Layer was quite thick and fat ,
Of labels floating and the batch, one I must catch .
Whatever I shall get I will be, if similar to him then conflicting to thee,
Seemed to me a tricky business, what reveals to others my existence?
●Identity that I believed was my own, I did not know was a loan,
Increasing the burden to lay it off, it demanded of me individual chaos.
A loner, an unknowable— fascist, far away from reality— a utopist,
‘cause comfort is in keeping it at bay, struggle and reality? Away away!
●No roads, only scattered path, no reason, only frustrated wrath ,
For once I tired to look up the layer and saw, deception was bare and raw.
A few forcing others to drown, in delusion, to maintain their crown ,
Strangeness was played on us and played well, on surface reality only we dwell.
●I pulled him, he the familiar one, and we raised a slogan to the “scum” ,
The layer trembles as we speak, “Rise up high, together to the peak!”
Light in minds and light in the eye, going deep to roots as well as high.
I listened my heart beating in their chests, it felt as free as bird’s breasts.
●For, constellations without connection are disbanded stars,
And humans without understanding are only mass.