Foundations
We all have a desire to conform,
To be the same as every furrow ploughed.
To move to a position near the norm,
To fit in, not to stand out in the crowd.
To be the odd one out is what we dread;
We all prefer to pass and not to fail.
When somebody shakes a dissenting head,
We cure them by banging down the nail.
It’s too hard to live as an outsider;
There arise so many complications.
Your gap from the herd grows ever wider;
Doubt gnaws away at your foundations.
Stephen Gospage
Tue 22nd Dec 2020 17:24
Good point, Aviva. Yes, I suppose you have to first conform to understand why you want to rebel.