You say I’m a problem, a project…something to fix.
You don’t have time to deal with me, I simply don’t mix
with the crowd of you who believe you know what to do.
You want me to conform to what you have defined as the norm.
In a tightly crafted box, where children are supposed to evolve.
But your assessments are flawed because all do not revolve around
your simple parameters and laws – they are flawed.
Your assessments are fine for those not in their mind.
The answers you deem correct, may hold them erect and make them appear sound.
But your holding them down – the Promised Land won’t be found.
Maybe that’s your plan? To make all conform to your ridiculous norms? What is it you aim to gain?
I’m taller than this box, even barefoot with no sox.
I won’t conform to poorly defined parameters construed in a disintegrating time in space.
BECAUSE IT’S ME, YOU’LL SEE, WHO HAS TAKEN ON AN ENORMOUS PROJECT – NOT you.
p.s. – He and I had two choices: Accept permanent extinction of our species or take on a big project that turned enormous – All of you.