The Art of Conformity

The Art of Conformity

How naïve I was.

I believed in challenging convention, in breaking down barriers and going ‘to infinity and beyond!’

I dared to dream.

How naïve I was.

The dream is dead.

It was always dead, in a culture that’s dead.

How naïve I was.

My spirit is tired.

Set adrift in a sea of meaninglessness, I’d like to believe things happen for a reason.

I’d like to believe in karma, love, joy and happiness.

I’d like to clear the cache of my unconscious and reach brighter shores.

I’d like to be naïve again.

December 2022