at the core

What a way to push me to the edge
When I shouldn?t even be thousands of miles from the coast
What a way to show me the fringe
When I am nothing but a centrist

What a way for me to think so differently
When I would gladly trade my wasabi for some ketchup
What a way for me to be so brazen
When I would gladly float down rivers on inflatable tubes

What a world. The one that tricks us
To think we are straining from the norm
thus not achieving our end goal.

We think we are breaking moulds every day
And yet hunt and kill to conform
We think we are special in our own special way
But really, all we seek is acceptance

We think we are glowing brightly out there
But really, we?re twinkling amongst the billions
We think we are ending up some place exotic
But really, we?re only a few blocks from self-imposed strip malls

At the core, we want nothing more
At the core, we want to be simple
At the core, we want to exist without the pain of knowing different
At the core, we want to be ravaged by our animal past
At the core, we want to follow streams, follow paths and follow each other
At the core, we want to be ourselves: human.