Defiant To The End Poem by DM W

O I will never beg for praise
From cold, faceless institutions.
I prefer alternative ways.
For I'm happy on the outskirts:
Remaining true to my visions.
I'm not impressed by fake outbursts,
From the many fevered egos,
That dance to corporate demands.
People inevitably go
Wherever the current wind blows.
Yet so few seem to understand:
There's nothing new under the sun.
One has to see beyond the haze.
I resist all crude distractions.
I shall spend the rest of my days;
Creating worlds to kill boredom.