"Follow them," They said.
And so I did.
"Wait, not those!" They told me.
They stole my pen and paper,
And all the stories in my head.
"Follow this one."
They gave me a sheet with rules and guidelines,
Then told me to study it.
"But this isn't mine," they closed the door.
I spend my life following theirs,
Just thinking what it might've been like.
If instead of giving in, maybe...
Maybe I followed mine.
