The Unicorns
Real people are rare.
Sorry, but it’s true.
Just listen to the conversation
In the typical crowd.
How safe their words
How constrained their behaviour
How manufactured their movements
Where are the real people?
The ones without masks?
The ones without scripts?
The ones just doing –
Whatever the fuck it is
Their heart tells them to
Such people are unicorns
In this current society
Of careful appearances
And mass conformity
Those who do not submit
Become outcasts and outsiders
Lingering in dark rooms
Avoiding the world
Like the plague it is.
I guess that’s what makes them so rare.
But it brings warmth to my heart
To know they are out there
Somewhere.
~ A Voice From The Wild ~ 