“They” shuffle along mindlessly day after day,

Lost in a dream of normality.

Not making waves or daring to say nay,

Lost in a life of conformity.

“They” gasp in despair, are quite taken aback,

When someone should veer from uniformity.

Like lambs to the slaughter should you alter your track,

Or stray from societies propriety.

These “they” that I speak of are the rich man’s wet dream,

As long as “they” perform their part explicitly,

Stay in the line, and don’t push and don’t shove,

Or suffer the most grievous of indignity.

Well I chose to stray,

to set my own course,

or dare I say be something different.

I’ll dream,

and I’ll ponder,

and I’ll question the norm,

And endeavor to be quite contrastive. 

--Ken Ferguson--

Artista di Parole