Elysia Brontë - State of Mind

Think I've found a home
On an island
No need to conform
To societal norms
No need to feel like I gotta be a somebody
Swim with turtles in the bay
I'll tell you I'm happy
Sick of sucking up to standards mandates
Living life as bait in political debate
Feeling like I can't be someone
Tired of falling in and out of love with a body I can't seem to justify
Nor rectify as ideal
How can we be ideal
If we're all just a passing trend
Am I even real
If I don't abide by all the kens
Do we have to condone
And live in silence
I question
What if I was always stoned
Would I feel so forlorn
Tired of falling in and out of love with a body I can't seem to justify
Nor rectify as ideal
How can we be ideal
If we're all just a passing trend
Am I even real
If I don't abide by all the kens
Living in America we're always on the grind
Even Harry's living off a watermelon sugar high
'Apple' trying to get us to track our state of mind
If it's ever so important give us the time
Give us give us give us some time
How can we be ideal
If we're all just a passing trend
Am I even real
If I don't abide by all the kens

Written by:
Elysia Brontë

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