We walk a line drawn long ago,
but we should erase it
and trace our own paths.
We are thinking inside boxes
when you should just tear them apart
and live out in the open.
They try to make you fit
within their painted frames,
but you were meant to stand out.
Society has enough clones.
Mass produced personalities get old.
Life is a carousel of choices;
keep spinning until you find
where you belong.
You can be whoever you want to be:
good, bad, wrong, or right.
Why be one of the others
when you can be
a square peg is a round hole?
There's a world out there to explore;
terrains untouched by any human.
Go out and discover something
even if all you find is yourself.
I Enjoyed
this poem. I agree too many clones. ~allets~