The Process

I will buy a piece of land

Build a concrete box over it

Look for my freedom there

and call it ‘mine’

I will exchange my dreams

For fake appreciation

and a lot of dime

I will refuse to believe in stars

let everyone know

that it’s just expensive stones that shine

I will put my heart and soul in the ‘process’

and look for myself some place else

Just to realise

That  I have been defeated by time

because in this world where everyone should be the same

Being different

is a crime