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 © M. Esposito-Linden | Year Posted 2019
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