So, Which Is It

Am I imbalanced, 
or interesting?

The idea evades me, 
but that’s the thing.

I wander around 
in search of reform.

Exhausted by roleplay. 
Refusing the norm.

Watch everyone drip, 
to their mold, 
and conform;

as they grow old with regret, 
wishing they’d guts 
to transform;

because resisting conformity 
doth not equate 
lack of intelligence,

but can create a cultural paradigm shift, 
that relates to 
social relevance.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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