The world is rarely simply black or white.

It would certainly make life easier

If gray wasn’t all that existed. ‘Fight’.

I convince myself to defy misers

And eliminate ambiguity.

I unleash Libra’s righteous cipher.

I spurn from inevitability,

Coercing fate to worship my order.

I recluse from natural society,

Spiteful of the constraining red tape,

So that I can follow the prophecy

Of my own choosing. And thus I grate

My mind to thwart nature’s philosophy

But ‘tis my universe and my decree.

This poem is about: 
My community


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