An Anomaly
Someone said that I’m an anomaly — which sounds good to me,
As I do not like to be labelled, nor pigeonholed, you see.
You can’t put me in a box, and nor in this camp or that camp,
As I don’t belong in any — won’t accept a rubber stamp.
No, I never swing right or left, other than to stop and seize
Whatever is right and worthy, for why not grasp such as these?
I take what’s good from anywhere, but I leave behind what’s not,
As good or bad, right or wrong, one in every camp can spot.
I’m not this side of the fence, that side of the fence, nor on it,
But rather, simply who I am — a mixture, a composite.
I choose to think for myself, work things out, make up my own mind,
For I’m no puppet, no clone, nor one who just falls in behind.
Thus, I do what I think is right, not what others say is right,
Making my own decisions knowing that all’s not black and white.
Sure I’ll listen to folk thoughtfully, hear what they’ve got to say,
But my train runs on my own track, not on another’s railway.
Yes, I’ve my own bridges to cross, my own tunnels to go through,
My own stations to call at, and my very own schedule too.
Yes, I journey on my train, one that I do not want derailed,
And hence why I won’t be pressured, nor by others’ thinking jailed.
So, by all means state your case, say what you think, for that’s your right,
But after you have, leave it there, don’t badger, argue or fight.
Remember that my life’s my life, that we all chart our own course,
That when it comes to others, we shouldn’t use pressure or force,
Yes, I’m an anomaly, for that’s the way I wish to be,
For I believe that that way, one’s balanced more correctly.
Thus, I don’t believe in camps, nor in boxes, (some with a lock),
For I’ve found that camps and boxes, growth and insight badly block.
By Lance Landall