Unlearn to embrace the beauty of blurred lines

Bairn, just a child, who was given a duty that declines

The normalities of life like unconditional presumptions and essentials

Technicalities is all they were, so brainwashed full of assumptions from credentials

So willingly to believe they held value for the authorities

Only to receive unseemingly scars as being no ones priorities

Yet surrounding them was assortments of yellow

Full of light and happiness; where others' deportments were mellow

And nobody viewed them as robots or objects

Where their bodies were misconstrued and minds dissected for personal projects

In the air, the aftermath is beyond repair, but they must unlearn and feel