You declare, I choose

This is crazy, I mean thiswhole idea of conforming to a set rule, to standards, to ways of thinking, writing.

Why should I have to count words, syllables before putting them on paper. Will my poems be any less effective if I failed?

If I grow up successful and take the path less travelled by choosing not to settle down. Will that invalidate my successes and triumphs, reducing me to nothing?

Will I stick out like a sour pickle in the midst of grapes? Or like a poem, will I lack the right count of accents and syllables to accentuate the prosody of my life?

But at the end of this race, The race that is mine to run, the home that is mine to build, the poem that is mine to write, I realize that I have a choice and above everything else, I choose to be happy.