Cultured man

About the confusions of a man cultured by his surroundings, though being too skeptical about it, but has no one to tell to.

Many verses running through my mind.

Almost lost on how to say outright.

Staying with the purer things of life,

hence driven far away, out of sight.

Not in politics so I can cry,

why we should give revolution a try.

I am like, "you please stop this commotion".

Seems the world is no more for the shy.

Shouted at when I sang in the day.

I had no more ground to run and play.

I wrote a ton on tears I had kept back.

I'm a man, I'm struggling everyday.