o. k., we’re gonna try it
A different way
this time– Do what you say
For real; Not just for play -
Put my soul under your knife
... splice and dice...
... dissect and slice...
until I am the proper way to be -
Whatever it takes, straight on
No brakes
I want to be a new me.
I’m tired of fighting The System.
Idealism & Individuality? They’re myths
taken straight from a book that dictates
what I think and how I look.
Ah, hell–
Who wants to be a visionary, anyway?
Not the Individual, not these days
Not when the only victory assured is
won of numbers, watching the play
The shame of conformity on glazed eyes, lay.
I will not be you!
—The Individual.