Far Gone

I'm simply far,
Floating through my weakness.
I'm in a mental place,
But my thoughts make no trace.

You'd love to comprehend me-
As I complicate your world.
Forgive me; I'm just awkwardly odd.

Please understand,
I truly shouldn't care to try.
A person left alone,
left with comforts to die.

Please understand,
I truly shouldn't care to try.
You've mistaken me for conscious,
and now I'm forced to lie.

Jack Kerouac

"Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.”- Jack Kerouac

I know. I know, I know. You- along with all the greats- preach to us for love and compassion for the individual. You say, "Be yourself", "Have skeptisism", but what of it? For kindred souls, flying free and staking a claim is your nature. But me? I'm not your bird of healthy wings- I'm much less excited about this environment. Sure, my heart burns for greatness. The love of power and influence does not supercede my dreams. But WHAT OF IT? Though my chest smolders for adventure, it is doused by the difficulties of life. Trends and fads- they help me, though it seems despicable. What better than the direction popular opinion guides me on, to keep me sane? I want to be an individual, but perhaps freedom offers more loneliness than happiness for me.