We Don’t Care

We don't care what they say,
About our dreams that fly and sway,
We don't care for the whispered tones,
Or the cold stares, the judgment thrown,

We don't care for the mould they’ve cast,
Because true spirits were never meant to last,
In the confines of another's gaze,
We are fireflies, burning bright, always ablaze.

We don't care if our colours seem too bright,
If our laughter's too loud in the silent night,
For in the symphony of our souls,
We've found the notes that make us whole.

We don't care for the narrow paths,
The structured lives, the aftermath,
For we're the wild ones, the dreamers wide-eyed,
Chasing horizons, where our passions reside.

We don't care if they never see,
The beauty in chaos, the love in the free,
For we've seen galaxies in a tear,
And that's a vision we hold dear.

So let them talk, let them scoff and sway,
For we don’t care, not today, not any day,
We'll dance, we'll sing, we'll paint our way,
Because, mate, we don't care what they say.

—Moe Louanjli, Helsinki, September 3, 2023