Hey, what's up?
I hope you had a great week. I've always been a fan of looking good. Nice clothes always make you feel good until they don't. I realized this painful truth very early on when my quest to be part of the "in" crowd proved disappointing. After many risky and dirty maneuvers to acquire the trappings of admiration from my peers, I realized how much I didn't like who I'd become.
I was accepted and presumably liked by people who didn't even know who I really was. I know because I never showed them. I was always posing as someone I wasn't. I repressed ideas that I would only reveal in my rhymes/poetry but never shared with my peers. The one time I tried, I got laughed to scorn.
As an experiment, I decided to see what would happen if I abandon the superficial things my associates and I had in common. Soon, I was no longer at the cool parties. I was spending more time alone, which made people think I'd lost my mind. Actually, I'd found it.
Accepting that the dominant thinking patterns I practice become the face the world sees has brought me peace. I've since decided to tailor a bespoke mind that truly encapsulates the way I see myself.
This week's song is about a boy who has learned the fine art of crafting music from noise, creating art from garbage, and fashion from thin air. Now a master of his craft after years of dedicated toil, he's back from isolation to trade his wares with the discerning elite who appreciate the value of a bespoke mind.