Descriptions of being just like someone else
don’t fit me and frankly give a fright.
A carbon copy is void of originality.
Living in my own mind I give tickets
to those who wish to travel there,
an itinerary written in verse.
Why follow those marching before you?
Your own path lies in the direction you wish.
Train your feet to follow imagination’s avenue.
There are those who will command sameness from you,
to be different is equated with being crazy.
Unique separates itself from the every day.
It is within my eccentricities I find peace.
I am not constrained to view the world
with the eyes of cookie cutter perception.
A collection of disconnected connections
where the only thing expected is the unexpected,
for me that is the normal part of being crazy.
©Susie Clevenger 2010
Sunday Scribblings #301