17/08/2025
We walk as brands beneath the sky,
Adorned with names we don’t deny.
Each emblem worn, a quiet spell —
We pay to show, yet none can tell.
The cost runs deep — not coin, but claim,
A self entwined with someone’s name.
A badge of worth, a dream we chase,
Yet lose ourselves to win the race.
What if the mark could be declined?
Would truth appear, or be redefined?
Would meaning fall, or bloom afresh,
When ancient marks lose their flesh?
So now we pause, both bound and whole,
Entangled in identity’s scroll.
To wear, to shed, to charge the role —
Each choice inscribes the branded soul.
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