People say I’m stubborn,

that I’m irrational.

I won’t do things their way,

or listen to what they say.


They think me rather odd,

for my really strange ways.

Why does the ‘how’ matter,

if it gets done anyway?


I love the scenic route;

why go straight there?

I like to take my time,

being anything but a mime.


My ways are strange to others,

as strange as their’s to me.

I don’t tell you how to do things,

so why can’t you let me be?


You are a round hole;

I, the square peg.

Our differences are vast,

and hopefully they’ll last.


Disclaimer: I do not own the imagery used in this blog post and have no artistic claim to it.


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