It feels unique

Wherefrom do I begin
The tale of my life
The many akin.
I see my reflection
Everywhere.
Yet it feels so unique
Inside me.
The dreams
Or aspirations.
They are different.
Not that I don't want success.
Only that I learned
Living my life
Much before the
Word 'Success'.
And I learn to use the word
Somewhere in between.
So the hierarchy
And it's priority
Is kind of conditioned
In my head.
And I define it also
A bit differently.
I wish I can talk about
Senses and their exposure
First.
For they are the first things
I could relate.
Meanwhile happened
My stand.
The rationality
Of wrong from right.
And loopholes were also
Either given like
Cheat codes.
Or else they were
Self- taught.
But I knew from my childhood
That being honest
Is right.
But in order to save someone
From getting hurt.
It is OK to lie.
Now I chose instead.
I stayed stuck to the first moral.
I see it as my limit
At certain calls.
But the point is
That dubiousness remains.
To what is right
And what is strong.
Which weakness is OK
To publicise.
Where one should be strong.
Apart from one key note
Somewhere as an additional note
Tagged below the page
In extremely small font.
It says, 'listen to your
Inner voice'.
That - just that decides
The right and wrong for me.
And I have been following it since
I really liked the message.
But it's upto each of us
If of that one light
We take any notice.
Sometimes
It can't be seen.
And you comprehend
A certain passage of your life
Through yet another
Misty lens.
It is social in nature,
Can even be personal.
But it is colored
All the times.
In the mist of
Dubiousness.