My soul reaches out for comfort, contentment even.
I bask in the ways they teach me, the ways they want me to learn, to memorize.
What to wear, how to look, what to feel.
I begin to feel routine, I'm comfortable.
I envy the ones who rise from the shadows, the ones who break free.
The ones who find their own source of purpose, their own desires and aspirations.
I envy the ones who find reason not to have reason.
My soul reaches out for something so simple but yet so complicated.
It is something I lack but can find so easily if taken the time and effort.
It is something that everyone needs in order to survive this ever-thriving world of chaos.
So I smile a little and reassure myself.
I am my own being and I deserve to be happy.
The only key to life is happiness.