I am a radio, in the days of internet
A stereotype on the humans, still alive
I don’t party the saturday night, but monday morning instead
No not that its cheaper, but quiet-er instead
In the screaming world of humanity, I chose to be silent
In the world of colors and things so vibrant
I am a white dot on a black mark, so classic
The world of misery, calls it abnormal
They call me an idiot, a big one indeed
But I am a creep, I am a weirdo
I don’t know what to do, I don’t belong here
I am a Monday morning, without the blues
I am a Sunday evening without the worry
I am a Friday night with same hopes in the eye
I am a french press on latté nights
I don’t care if you don’t accept me
I don’t care if you think I am weird
I’ll dwell more than you can
I’ll live way beyond you thought you will
It won’t be a battle and if be one, I’ll never let you win
It is a race, I won way before you existed
~ K.Relan
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