Surrounded by these silent aberrations my ears begin to curl,
Destroying the youth's imaginations it's really a cruel world,
Indeed what's in favour may not come,
The efforts and labour will succumb,
Necessities of modern age can seem to be abstract,
But for those who are inhabitants it may be in fact
Hampering peace and adding stress,
But shapers seem to know what's best.
Adding coverage ear to ear,
Deciding to know what less to hear,
Assurance made in recent results,
Or shapers' warn to caution and fear,
The ulcing pain of conformity,
Understood hence my sobriety,
Nothing more to be said he says,
His words are true in sober state,
I applaud his tentative support,
Lucky he is I've neglected abort.
It seems to me it's my depression,
That routes to my studies' oppression,
Control is what I'd never give,
Control is what limits myself,
To drop shackles on the life I live.
