Misfit

MISFIT

 

I used to think I didn’t gel

with set society,

but by and by I realised

it didn’t gel with me.

 

I couldn’t caper with the crowd

or hobnob with the herd;

repeat the motto of the mob,

nor company’s keen word.

While all about were getting wiser,

certain in life’s lure;

the more I pondered, more I learned,

the less I knew for sure.

 

I tried to think as I was taught

and do as I was told;

‘til I perceived an order wreathed

in ritual of old.

 

I’ve never felt at one with life

where competition blooms in strife;

while modesty is put away

and pride and glory win the day -

so couldn’t find a place within

this pyramid of power,

where money motivates each act

and greed rules every hour.

 

It isn’t safe to think aloud

while whimsy rules the world,

and idols strut in battlefields,

with fighting flags unfurled.

 

I often thought I thought too much -

even wondered why

until I cast off my illusions,

kissed society goodbye.

But life still has it’s problems -

like how may I be heard?

and how to dwell on this vain orb,

where Love’s a dirty word.