Stuck in the mid,

Cloaked with imposed

norms of new gene.

Fakeness they like,

living corpse within.

Beneath all those

Happy smiles,

Soothing evening,

Glorious past,

& Lovely miles.

There's one soul

ants to have those

Happy smiles,

Soothing evening,

Glorious past,

& Lovely miles.

For 'em yes it is,

For me I still

need this.