What's a question mark worth without an answer?

Why fight it, when it's bound to happen?
It's said that the writing's on the wall, still we keep on suffocating that inner voice that forces us to face facts.

How come sorting out your inner means hiding your surface?
When that subtle voice turns into a screaming, tearing up the contents of whats been stacked way down, we show of a surface telling the spectators; everything's fine.

Why is taking a chance and being crazy synonymies?
"You gotta do what you gotta do" a common knowledge. Yet we're scared of being judged as soon as we start sorting out everything that our inner has been telling us. "God forbid going against the norms"

Only god can judge my rise and falls.
A wrong is never a wrong until I give up.
I know my ways and what's needed.
I'll be waiting at the threshold until norms are rearranged and I'm invited.

See you on the opposite side of normal...