Eccentricity's Echo

All truths begin as whispered secrets,  

tucked inside the folds of dissent.  

The curveball thoughts that spark revolt,  

pressed against the edges of tradition.  

We once feared ships would tumble down,  

where the sea surrendered to its rim.  

Laughed when hearts were seen as clocks,  

and skies were cages for wingless flight.  

The bold speak in quivers of rebellion,  

their voices breaking the static hum.  

New blooms always look out of place,  

twisting through cracks in common ground.  

Dare to wear the world inside out,  

to love what bends instead of breaks.  

It is not madness that changes time,  

but bravery wrapped in stubborn hope.