Floating...

Sinking...

Falling...

Nothing but air beneath us, nothing but the sky above.

Our words like the air we breathe, stuck in our throats, nothing coming out.

Our thoughts like birds in our heads, no space to spread their wings.

The grey of society's normal coats our cries for change. 

Like a tree falling down in the middle of a forest, no one hears us.

Fitting in is the name of the game. Stand out and you've lost. 

But what if that changed.

What if we started breathing again?

What if we started thinking out loud?

What if we painted the world with the beauty of humanity?

What if we took our lives into our own hands?

What if we made the world ours?