My True Nature Stands Up For Herself

Pure coincidence that live sheep are exposed in a new atom test I do not think so, as I am sure I am not exactly like most of the rest. Pure conjecture brings me into my clever cagey charlatan ways I am more myself than those sheep who were happily hidden in haze. Don’t bother to insult me with facts, for my imagination is ablaze. People parading proudly, pontificating pressure of Pilgrim’s progress pride. From them my true nature knows to balloon up and take the wind on a ride. Cannot catch me, for I am on my way to meadows where I can alone reside. A lone wolf, pure and simple, bellowing my wolf like qualities to the moon. Don’t ask me any questions. I have now befriended my psyche, a big beefy baboon. Wait a second, hoping to hold me to your idea of purity for purity’s sake. Do you understand that your dendrite highway is not at all my own take? I ease past you, dancing like the dervish I am. I throw scarves in the lake. I am eager to try some of the hobbies I have never gotten to see before. So I dance down Diggery Lane, disguising myself as a dastardly diabolical deep dinosaur. Wait a second, some logical being says, trying to get me to stop. I throw back my head and give him a loud screech and a chop. Pure in my quest to live my truth, and only mine, Mr. Cop. Down Armory Avenue I prance, with a gait that is a jivy gyrate. No one can dampen my spirit, I feel absolutely great. But wait, someone an instigator says, not understanding me at all. I rise up on my haunches and growl, making me appear real tall. The guy looks startled when I start howling, exceedingly small. When you are living your pure self, this is the trick. Live each moment with abandon and gusto, be yourself slick.