Friday, August 26, 2016

New World

I have come to a conclusion:
I am not the black sheep
            As I always had come to believe;
I am of the New World, New Order
            While they are of the old.
That is why similarities and cores are the same,
But I never fit. Like a circle
            Trying to be contained in too small
Of a box. They often kept me deflated
And when I attempted to breathe--
            Expand,
I would be pushed back down.
Now I am free and
            They try to catch
And contain me as I've spun
Off the designated axis,
            To revolve around a sun
Of my own design.