because you're winged yet cant fly and every step an epitaph

because i doubt, i question, i interrogate every word you say; because it's an opening question it's not a final judgement; because i satirise i criticise i parody, and can laugh at this stupid world and 'tis moronic me. because i refuse to conform to a people who has nothing, but trite conventions and puerile expectations; because you yearn for an apartment, only to worry about having just an apartment; because when your car's scrapped and four walls dilapidate, you've nothing more to flaunt and think you're no more a man; because i'm not keen in the latest tiniest phone nor the newest mall of the same; because i'm indignant i'm adamant - there's more than just one way to live a good life, one money cannot buy. because you accuse me of arrogance but not of your colloquial condescensions. because i care, i feel, this people this life - pity its deadening sensibilities; because your truisms masquerading as truths are tiresome and misguided, not to mention dangerous; because your aphorisms are exhausted, and silence should tend to them. because we're winged, and because there're territories only imaginations can conquer; because what will be might not be; i refuse the quotidian and mediocre; because an integrity is at stake that's not begging for your dictate; because i cannot condescend but to climb, if i want extraordinary views; because you're winged yet cant fly, and every step an epitaph; because living is a struggle and against its daily deaths i refuse, to submit, to lie, to die.