“They walk in lines, shadows tall, Each step repeats, no voice to call. The rhythm holds, the pattern stays, A life of rules, a path they praise.” “Behind the glass, I watch them move, A rhythm set, no need to prove. The lines they trace are worn but safe, Yet in their eyes, there’s empty space.” “Shadows of the norm, do you feel alive? Do you sense the weight of the rules you abide? A spark in the dark, or a light you’ll deny, Are you living a truth or just living a lie?” “The shadows stretch, but I walk alone, No chains of comfort, no tethered home. Yet freedom aches, it cuts so deep, A road untamed, where shadows sleep.” “Shadows of the norm, do you fear the strain? Do you long for the light or embrace the chain? A voice in the void, or the crowd’s refrain, Will you dare to step outside the frame?” “I’ve felt the cold, I’ve faced the night, No chains to bind, no false delight. But in the silence, I’ve found the key, A spark that burns eternally.” “Shadows of the norm, I’ll never abide, My flame burns bright, no need to hide. I’ve felt the rain, I’ve chased the sky, And I’ll live my truth until the day I die.” “They walk in lines, shadows tall, But I’ve found light beyond their wall. No step the same, no voice to sway, I walk the light beyond their sway.”
