No hair, no tattoos, no influencer intentions.
No fancy car, no dangerous women, no dramatic creations.
Out of step, out of tune, out of synch with the vibes around me.
Out of focus, socially disheveled, no subscribers and barely any free.
But inside my soul, peace and acceptance.
In my soul, calm and accomplished.
Illusion we live in. Angst masquerades as edgy, adversity as trauma, hard makes most soft.
“The old ways are the best ways” I hear the voices of my youth say.
But instead the blind lead the pretenders straight down the wrong way.
