Poem #4

Is it completely neccessary to have
Some kind of path for my life?
I wonder which specific circumstances
In one's life cause one to find a "plan"
Neccessary?
Maybe it's the Man?
Maybe it's parents?

Maybe it's fear, but not for me.
My only fear is
Becoming a product of the system.
I refuse to accept a role.
I will stand out.
I will supercede expectations.
Not anyone or any group of people's expectations,
But intangible expectations,
things of the mystical sort,
not to be known by creatures of the human kind.

I cannot be judged,
I operate on a completely different plane.
I will succeed.