“Conform to be like me,” they say,

“You have no necessary need to be like you.”

“There is no better way to play,

Than the wondrous way I do.”

But what if I want to be dangerously diverse,

To be an outright original?

Is it possible to be accepted if I am so adverse?

It seems to succeed, I must not be such an oppositional individual.

Instead, I must cooperatively conform,

To the horrid habits of the morose majority.

Or else I face the resultant rejection from the notional norm.

Who sets these standards? Who has such authority?

I would rather rebelliously author my own life-story.

And in my life, I’ll give God all the glory.