So insecure they depend on the exterior
    To secure the interior
    Afraid of shadows
    In search for the loudest voice
    To blend themselves and say We Are
    Without identity, shackled in inferior complexity.

    We are the world, what we say obtains
    But who decide I know not
    Nor reasons for the stand we take
    But down the line for me is okay
    Between conscious and unconscious emotions
    Cos’ reasons to hide lies within
    To cover the fear of standing alone
    And risk the expose of natural stupidity.

    It’s not found in the group I keep
    Neither in the level I operate
    It is me.
    Positions I take despite the craze
    What I do in secret when no eye sees
    Shape I took from the mould of life’s experiences
    My platform in discourse
    Identity is what it takes to say I am.