be authentic be you

I dared to dream astonishing bizarre morbid to tradition conspiring with conviction deemed soulless to the complacent a vicarious scale imbalance they feared a steadfast bridge to the forsaken sanguine is the air I give what's wrong with a stream that flows up instead of the convention what's wrong with a cascade echoing a volcano in mid-air shouts and stares of disdain don't smear my gusto as in fervent haste I am fuelled with hunger that matches celeste of an expanding galaxy Look at them a meteorite shower one minute there the next a figment of history ice that burns out before touching greatness