Your perfect paradigm isn’t mine 

I’m a squared round peg      
the squeeze, painful

That house in the ‘burbs was bleak  
never felt like home

And the nine-to-five bit 
bled me like a leech

Back and brain got crippled 
bowing to golden idols

While various flavors of religious rectitude 
tasted elite and hypocritical

Got to free my heart to feel who I am     
fully aware 
of smothering ideals, not mine

From now on 
I’ll follow my muse 
wherever she leads....

Only there will I find Truth
Only then will I find my Perfect Paradigm