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One autumn's morning I headed outside for a walk
The road was long and the day
Within the comforts of tantalizing tease
I, myself was settled within my mind
Taking in the day, the beauty
Even the mechanics of all things
Working in unison to form a collective of unity
The road lead far through the wood
Spanning a great deal of meadows and trees
Rivers and streams and field after field
Of wild flowers and daffodils.
   Day after day I'd take this walk
And every day it touches me the same
The familiar breeze to finger through my hair
The shimmering ripples on the rivers face
Play like the fireflies of twilight
However, today has become different than all the others
Today I find myself standing with indecision
Usually I would have turned back miles ago
Yet for some reason today, I felt compelled
To continue and now I stand before a split in the road
To my left I see normality and all things familiar
Continuing into infinite existence
Where to my right I see causality and all things unknown
Yet I could see the end and at that point stood a door
Alone amidst the solitude of new things.
   I found myself with pause, uneasy to continue
I was unprepared for this decision and unwilling
To choose either
Just then another person approached, stopped
Looked at both roads and continued on the road of normality
I stood here for hours within the ponderance of my indecision
As the time passed I witnessed more and more people
Coming and continuing down the road of normality
I then decided to follow in the footsteps of others
Everything here was familiar, nothing new
With all the comforts of knowing what was to come
However, I soon came to realize some intriguing facts
No one here was of their own, all of us on this road
Was of one mind, everything known, nothing new
Slaves to normality. Individuality?
There was none
We were all compelled to be the same
Any deviance from the norm was illness, anarchy and treason
Being here is like not existing
Suddenly there were others gathered around me
I was given the impression I was not alone in my thoughts
Of difference till one spoke out from the crowd
"You are ill and must be treated"
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By: Darren J McMurray
    January 23, 2012
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