I'm Just, Me

Customs are not for me

Traditions are not for me

For I ain't a rebel

I'm just, me.

I can't walk in the crowd

I need more space

So why on earth should I conform

Be a part of this rat race.

It's not that I dislike traditions

There are many that I do

Yet I question their need

For I need a clearer view.

Civilisations change with time

Why not traditions too

Why do we still carry the burden

Of dead corpses all through.

Traditions and customs

Don't create sinners or saints

It's the greed and lust for power

That makes devil out of men.

So I won't bend to traditions

Be one in a crowd

I can't, I won't, I will not

Yet I ain't a rebel

I'm just, me.