The Non-Believer


The Non-Believer

It’s been long, thinking why did I?
Why did I not believe, just like anyone else?
Believing the own virtual sense
 And became a non-believer
Why this heart does doesn’t trust the things everyone does!
Why it doesn’t fall for the beautiful thoughts everyone craves...
Am I abnormal? Or am I experimental?
Am I weird? Or am I absurdly sentimental...
With my thoughts to make the stories never heard
And take the road no sane person does
Choose the path of the degraded verdicts
Every sense of spice an illusion
And progress considered hallucination
“Crazy” they termed it; didn’t they
As the owl leaps for its prey
In hopes to find the same insane ones
Who took the path which I do
Maybe, to insure that I am proud myself
Maybe, to see I’m not the only one
Who became a non-believer...
A person who trusted its own self
And a person to trusted the real
It’s just too hard now
Relying facts on the own
Reciting the rumors that have flown
Generation to generation, unquestioned
Is it wrong if all I did was a li’l hesitate
For it’s time to go in the shade of isolation
Before ritual fills you with flush of shame
Filled with communities of cynic trends
Safe, intact and insane
‘Cause that’s how I’m made
And cherish the path no one takes
The road of unknown and craze
Making me more and more of what I am
For the history prevails
And give truth, justification and identity
 Hints to the statistics as well
Into the void which dictates
Supporting to stand tall
 Being a non-believer

               _____________Miss A







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