Be grounded they say,

Follow the routine everyday,

Immersed within their existence,

Oh so proud of the consistency,

But I who lives in the clouds sees the absurdity,

Of all those desperately trying to be,

That being of facade,

Which to the outsider appears odd,

But that is the way of the underworld,

Those who live with their noses in the ground,

Those who don’t listen and merely hear s...