Living against the grain
Is wearing me away,
Frowning as the devil's advocate
Asking " Is water really wet?"
Is a solitude inside the crowd,
That none can perhaps expect.
The skeptic's view of
Frost and dew,
Chilling life's landscape
Robbing its warmth
Right through.
It's tempting, that euphoric
Surrender to the collective.
The safety and warmth.
"I belong!" you say,
With the Hugo Boss uniforms,
The sweet release of football chants,
The pentatonic pleasure of choir's prayer,
Keeping to the drumbeat,
That collects and consumes all,
A riptide that just won't let go.
But to deny two plus two is four,
To sip on the bitterest gin,
All the better to inebriate truth,
To stare at life passing by on a screen
In a virtual display of apathy
That; that is a sin, I must confess
I can no longer commit, I profess
To my own truth, my own display;
To walk the path I mean to stay.
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