To him the vastness of it
is too much for a sane mind to accept
the feelings of helplessness, frustration and confusion
prevailing over all others
wrestling with morals
confined by intolerable laws
seriously considering saying "Fuck it"
and doing what he pleases
partly for it is right
partly for personal satisfaction
control and responsibility tether his fury
while smugness of the other
draw it taught, to the very brink...
Then the smell announces it presence
the bullshit in all its every day glory
flamboyant, charming, diplomatic, etc, etc...
giggling for realization has struck him
hard as a slap
he shakes his head
walking away smiling for he is victorious
choosing a different path
demonstrating more courage then following a herd
for standing alone, by what you believe
truest gage of a person
be it man, woman, or child
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