Monks! Dickinson! Walter Mitty!
Now I can see,
It’s okay to be ordinary!
Beautiful things don’t ask for attention,
Or beg for retention;
What’s wrong with appearing plain and the same?
Maybe you seem mundane,
But can they see your brains?
The animation in your veins?
Why do I push to be so unique?
Instead of giving space to what hums underneath,
Letting that speak;
Why do I betray my internal tides
For the sake of some self advertise?
Time to invent the person I want to be
And become him, authentically!
If I succeed,
Achieve something to your fancy,
Then you may come to see
My every idiosyncrasy
As some form of special “energy;”
If I accomplished something worth your “congratulations”
You’d turn me into an object of adoration;
But it’s just some overcomplicated math equation,
Your personal creation,
All in your imagination;
Because I’m still as simple as can be!
As far as you can see in reality;
Let me hasten
To the end of this narration:
It’s okay to be common and clean shaven!
To quit that one-man battle for differentiation;
Shed the armour, trade it for some uniform;
Let yourself conform;
Now you’re free to transform!
Ready to explore, reborn.
