The Rut

My norms began to die at the urging of an elder punk rocker..a long damn time ago.
"Do what no one else does" seemed like the ultimate act of defiance for someone sick and tired of anything remotely "normal."

Society was a failure to me even back then.What the hell do these people know about me?..Why would I want to be acceptable to them?
Some hypocrisies are rebellion,by the way...thanks for the reminder...crimethinc.
A guide for life,and all punk things.
I feel much better...when I slide into personal contradiction...a trap set by society...unavoidable.

The outcome is that I am no longer considered "normal"...I'm just weird...or so they'd lead me to believe...I have to consider that the source is everything that I don't want to be.
So consider this before you get all butt hurt, about people not "getting you"...you ain't seen a thing.
People generally fear the abnormal so,I don't expect anyone to come running when I invite them into my world...not much surprises me,anymore.

This does not deter me,from my path.

Forever,there have been those that are so sick,..and so terribly f--kin' tired of the rut,the shape of things.
Life as it seems.
Some of us can't accept,what has become of us...there is a cry of angst,and longing for the things that made us who we truly are...it's never too late to take hold...write a new story,and seize control.
So,let's f--k it up...
In unity.
I'll be here..waiting for you to join me.

What use is your life..if you compromise the things that made you who you are?...A thing of beauty...you're the only thing you have to offer to a life that you want so much to enjoy.
Believe me,I know the pain that burying yourself brings.
Give and receive.
That's all life is meant to be...at least,for me.