The Grain Sways

There is no normal here, Rules are ignored. Consistently changing, altering, Common template is scrapped. Challenge this ideal of mine, A daring person would only do. For who is to say norm is norm, I like to defy belief. Fear is a stoppable obstacle, But for the few uncorrupted. For now I still walk straight, I float like an island. Doors must be held open, Say please and thank you. Courteous to the death, Etiquette must be followed. The wound must be cleaned, The poem must be written right. For that is the norm, The corrupted belief.