Will it always feel this isolated?
Will it always be about sticking the neck out while up to the knees in water?
Must there always be an invisibility - a blending in, not ruffling feathers or causing waves?
I know there is majesty there, its just become covered in greyness.
I know there is grace, its just got bogged down in the sludge.
Oh for the freedom of flight, undoing the shackles 0f conformity, abandoning the institution.
Oh to stand tall, not bowed down, to know dreams can come true and change is just around the corner.