My Turn To Rebel

I am seized in a place where I find immorality,
I discover me and my solitude as my own.
When I revolve back to my virtuous past,
I learn that my past is much fruitful than my present.


I closely relate myself to the life of the lonely,
Where I find it unendurable to incorporate.
As I am no more an individual who exists,
For the prosperity of the populate around me.


I realize the significance of being one's self,
Having recognized the crudity of the dusk world.
I inspect no requisite in impressing the souls,
As their anticipation are not of any value to me.


Now, I have forged the clock towards me,
It's time to neglect the world and move on.
With hopes and expectations from none,
I grasp this hazard as my turn to rebel.