A Bundle Of Contradictions

The tragedy of this world is,
One cannot afford to miss,
The opportunity to be,
A normal human being; 
The world wants us to,  Conform to its norm;
The world wants us all to,
Ditch our uniqueness and stay uniform; 
But do you know,
What I really want to do?
Well, let me not waste any more verse,
And let me tell you: 
I want to,  Ditch the pretenses that I live in,  Abandon the fakeness that  I've got surrounded with,
Leave the toxicity,
Of this world; 
I want to,
Set my hair free,
And allow its locks to hit me,
As the strong wind blows;  
I want to,
Ditch my socks and sneakers,
Run barefoot as the cool dewdrop,
Of the grass tickles my heel; 
I want to,
Stop acting so klutzy and coy,
Scream my heart out in joy,
Because I'm a free, free bird; 
I want to,
Drop flat onto the grass,
Lay down there awhile,
Soaking in the peace; 
I want to,
Gaze at the surroundings for hours,
Committing the vibrant colours of life,
To my otherwise fickle memory; 
But the tragedy is,
None of this can ever happen;  Because nor…

Something I wrote a long, long time ago. I hope you can relate to this, dear reader! 

Your dreams are,  Vivid like reality and  They are so, so far;  They race in your mind,  Instead of stopping,  They continue to rewind! 
You slog all night, You put up a good fight,  But there's no one to see,  To see you do your duty; 
You pay heed,  You put passion,  That burns brightly like fire,  Over the thing you so dearly desire; 
You're still dreaming,  Lost in your own little utopia,  Until a few words,  Transform it into a dystopia; 
You come to know,  That the thing you crave,  Won't be yours,  But of someone else; 
You feel as though,  It's all a gigantic lie;  You feel so, so,  Utterly destroyed; 
All the sweat you put in,  All the love you showered in,  All the passion you utilised in,  Was just a waste of time; 
Now, your dreams are,  Shattered like broken glass and,  Will always be so, so far;  They will always race in your mind, Always haunt you,  And won't stop &…