The Defector

Be different c:

Amidst the footsteps and bustling streets, upholds the constant of rush hour

You walk in the crowd in unison, for what could shake this monotonous power,

You start to shuffle and shake,

Causing yourself to break free,

You are lost, breaking from the wavelength,

For you are now merely nothing,

Yet you are something,

Your wavelength starts to gently grow, causing theirs to de-evolve,

Your mind is declared out of control,

You are the catalyst, to the wave of a thousand fists,

You shake the air and cause the battle cries and screams.

For you lead the uprising,

For you are, the Defector.