Who To Be
Be you a lover or be you a fighter,
your conscience decides which is righter.
We live in a world filled to the brim with hate,
with constant conditioning never to abate-
influencing who we are.
If you give in to life, you sadly submit,
A candle of opportunity and self-discovery unlit.
In our world where conformity, like a river, flows,
what type of person to be, no one knows.
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