Architect of Discontent (I Am)
With calloused hands, I forge the status quo,
No goddamn meek compliance in my view,
My vision’s sharp, with ire’s fire aglow,
I burn the chains of sameness, make them rue.
In shadows deep, where timid hearts might flinch,
I march with dreams that haunt the night’s cold shade,
My bold assault breaks through the dreary inch,
To cast my mark where empty masks have stayed.
Defiant, I deface the numbing veil,
With steely will, I carve a world anew,
Where muted voices scream, and fears prevail,
I shatter silence with a thunderous hue.
A harbinger of change, in chaos’ brew,
I craft a world where bright skies pierce the blue.