maynardo

a new poem:

Conformity- Conformity
Where for art thou Conformity?
How you illude,
And chastise me.
A mockery we make of each other
As we dance our lifes apart.
Should I stale,
Should I sleep,
Should I sit-com my passion to death?
Should I join the ranks of the walking dead around me?
Blindly chase fortune,
Wastefully wish to the popular party?
Impossible.
I will bedfellow passion, dream and desire
While Acceptance wins the minds
Of the viewing audience