Independence - My hand tapped -
Once beneath Moon Rise -
Smiled she - Conformity gone -
Twice before my eyes.
Creativity - our minds tapped -
Three times for my rise -
Smiled she - Conformity gone -
Four times before our eyes.
Conformity - in gold graves rests -
Surrendering to Freedom's Moon -
Begs she not - to rise once more -
In gold diamonds draped soon!
Conformity - by Destiny lies -
Gaze they at one another -
'Learn how Originality flies' -
Breathes Destiny to the other.
I - Eccentric -
This whole event observed -
Showers me - Freedom's Moon -
In her silver smile soon!
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