Society governs that we adhere
to its standards and march to its
beat

A regimented pattern
of predictable steps
guiding the rhythm of our feet

I cast aside conformity
shun such laws
make haste retreat

I plug my ears
I close my eyes
I look within
only to meet

the possibilities
endless and fruitful
I follow my heart,
a drum that is truthful

I drown out the norms,
societal mores
I follow my soul
to a place that is warm

I accept my individuality
embrace the oddness
natural to me

So an outlander I become
freed from a world
so cold and numb

They mock
they taunt
and belittle me

Yet they do not realize:
They are slaves

And I

I am free.