We live in times strange, of false claim
Of calling all we own with our own name

How far have we strayed from who we are
No we aren’t our jobs, we aren’t our car

A layer of garment that’s fit to size
Becomes a part of elegant lies

Until fickle fashion changes its way
And those perfect dresses are cast away

Isn’t it the same with that gadget too
How it brings you a thrill and becomes you

Until they come out with a newer range
And make you believe it’s time for a change

With changing trends, it only gets tough
When they say what you own isn’t you enough
And we retire our respect for all good reason
Lest we commit an economic treason

If your identity is determined by all the rest
Your power will be the easiest to divest
And if all this tamasha feels odd and absurd
The time is ripe to steer your course inward.

Beware of that hypnotic popular call
You feel momentarily big, but, forever small
Seek instead that priceless core
Set out, discover, and bring it to the fore.

It won’t be easy as all forces seek conformity
As your deviance is deemed a deformity
But follow you must, beyond all fuss
The undeniable light of your inner compass

And though you might wear an old-fashioned dress
And wield tools that might fail to impress

You will shine in glory, and get way far

In the journey of discovering who you really are.