I look up to the misfits. I sympathize with the unfortunate who always get left behind. I guess I just can’t relate with the winning kind. I too have always been desperate to fit in with the crowd and to finally belong. So you try to be like them, and you start to deny who you are, but you’ll fail. Even now that I have travelled 30 times around the sun I still give in to the impulse to try to be approved by everyone. I guess it’s in our blood: The everlasting quest for acceptance. For the promise of warm applause we throw our passions aside. It seems it’s either »play alone on your own terms« or »betray what you love«.
Гуру Песен
AKELA "Dark Horses" (2014)