The other day I went looking for an honest piece of advice
I knew every little advice would come at a price
Would I prefer hard hitting honesty to nice sounding lies?
Would I want to be a pariah who cannot fit in but tries?
The other day I went looking for a smile that reaches the eyes
I knew every little smile hides stories I can’t apprise
Would I prefer superficial smiles even as the heart cries?
Would I scratch the surface and let it be would that be suffice?
The other day I went looking for friendship and what it implies
I knew every little emotion is expendable and ego has size
Would I prefer fun-filled alliances sans seriousness as time flies?
Would I dig deeper still where affection and hurt resides?
The other day I went looking for qualities and virtues I could prize
I knew every little virtue has a flipside and could become vice
Would I prefer to go along with the gang and watch as veracity dies?
Would I be able to stand on my own where herd mentality applies?
The other day I went looking for a minimalism that opulence defies
I knew every little move towards simple would bring about a surprise
Would I prefer to tint the green and do what public opinions comprise?
Would I be able to rebel in real and cross the contours of compromise?