#Prompt 16

I like being lost

To not know

Where the way end

I can stay blind

Fear can’t touch me

Blind don’t see scary things

I can’t hear

the rules, the spiteful things

You can’t follow, what you can’t hear

I can only speak

Singing is what I do

I laugh at the order of world

The society doesn’t bind me

Because I’m retarded

And I like being lost

 

For the society that tries to impose rules on me.