A hipster in training, a diva retired

The anti-climatic transition due to events transpired

Attitude is different, but looks are mostly the same

Neither really provide the rewards they claim

Hover over spots until one suits my shape

Tune out the turmoil until someone finds an escape

Music guides me while musicians lose their way

I only like the beat, I don’t agree with what they say

Hopeful when I find something I’m actually passionate about

Discouraged as I’m surrounded with others that didn’t work out

So I latch on to someone else’s board and ride their wave

Toy with the way they look, walk, talk, and behave

Everybody’s doing their own thing so I guess I’ll do mine

Blend in apathetically until I’m inspired  to step out of line