Constrained By 'Individuality' Poem by Kevin Maroney

Not the skin, not the bite
Not the kin or inspite
Of my efforts towards are none
To remove my own self from
this orbiting Sun.
A satellite or a star? ,
I wonder where we are.
Contrained by conformity
we are all the same, but to escape it
We all play a sick, new game....
Not a box, but infinity
and beyond we must roam
to Escape this dark room,
never cease, nor zoom
To our ultimatum, do we go.
No, it is to nothing for which we are contrained.
To be different, we are the same.........
Objective judition is improbable,
And subjective elimination is impossible
- Unlike you, i like this
- Unlike me, you like that.
- It makes me proud to be unique,
but what if I am yet a prisoner of my own mind?
What, say you? individuality breeds difference?
Then what of the cliques, the old cliches?
Once, they were ones of a kind, never their like had been seen.
Whole epitaphs, stolen by knew invidualists, to be used
as proof of Person (for they are Persons, not people)
- I read Homer
- I read Shakespeare
- I learned a new trick from a magazine
But what if, a new pundit, I wished
to Pick and Choose what I believe
perhaps, like a Person in some and part of the people in another.


To choose or not to choose.
To objectify is to break the cycle,
Not to be bound as prisoners
of our own minds......