The Hipsters Creed

We are the dark souls of the day
The true expression of life
The hard faces
Tears falling down our spirits' faces
Use our gift to set us free
Or lock up creativity
A suit and tie is not for we
An open mind is all we need

I'm sick of all these sad faces
Lost souls in familiar places
I'm tired of all these open shots
Hit of the rim and bounce right off
Exhausted by the constant thought
The only way to be happy
Is by the things we bought
And until someone can show me peace
I'll rebel until my time has ceased

And to those who think worldly knowledge is a fortune
See riches in my wisdom
And my words how I contour them

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