In the Internet, in the books, in history, in art
I was able to see that people with somehow my same way of thinking, actually do exist, It's a fact that I'm not alone
However, in the streets, in the reality, It's nearly impossible for me to feel understood
It's nearly impossible to find those who think the same way as I think
Where are you, fellows?
Or is it that during our everyday life, we constrain our "special" personality traits to just appear to be like..."everyone else"?
Where are you, liberation?
Better to be real, than to be dishonest
With you, and towards the others
