Against the Wind

She can't agree with the world

She can't stand with her country

As if trying to evolve and mold

Resembles like branch of a tree.

She attempts to be the part

She pushes herself to be belong

As if going herself alone in a lark

Complements but it felt drown.

She turns time into the end

She stops following the masses

As if fascinating them to bend

So passive to give their dresses.

She can't blame but to understand

She can't attribute but to learn

As if fooling her with displeasure

Sitting lazily since they was born.