Grain of Sand

It seems nowadays,
We must be different to be free.
Yet time passes by,
And I see nothing I couldn’t be.

I could be goth,
The world’s always black.
Many aspects that I lack,
I think I’m coming back.

Even an outsider, a freak.
Not bothered by labels,
Still I am too impossibly weak,
Now, who shall I become?

Thinking of this,
I analyze the world.
Something still I will miss,
Not shadowed by, the lies of a kiss.

Nobody is in charge,
And he has the demand,
For me to become,
Just another grain of sand.