I turn, I look, I laugh,
Straying from a traditional path.
Society’s posse can’t follow me,
Without departing the path of conformity.
Through the wilderness I ride,
Enjoying nature by my side.
Riding onward, riding free,
Tree limbs reach out to greet me.
Romping rabbits, squirrels and deer,
Create a symphony for my ears.
Sunlight filtering through verdant trees,
The comfort of a gentle breeze,
Air so crisp and clear,
Nothing can feel more dear.
I strayed from tradition’s path,
Again I turn, I look, I laugh.
Society’s posse did not follow,
For them I feel a slight sorrow.
I made my own path and found beauty,
In the wilderness of nonconformity.
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