“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.