A unique life
is one of short expectancy
which is why I approach it
with such a sense of hesitancy.
A shooting star is nothing but
tired beauty burning down
a snow flake is one in a million
destined to melt upon the ground.
Why is it so ephemeral
to be different from the norm?
Society kills brand new species
to dissect and inspect the form.
They need to understand why
something different dares exist
are they worried that the strange
will be too hard to resist?
I prefer in times of perfect harmony
to sing just a little bit too loud
or am I more likely to survive
if I just blend in with the crowd?