To sit still in the heat of a battle,
To lay down while horse and cattle,
Ride past with blithering velocity,
Not showing a hint of curiosity,
That is true strength of mind.
Not giving in to human wishes and wants’,
Like fine wine and debutantes,
For heavy indulgence of this sort,
Will leave you under stimulated with nobody to court,
A blasé and nonchalant nature,
Will make you far greater off,
Socially, morally and mentally,
Than if you conformed to peoples worst expectations.
Blind conformist behaviour.
That is unintelligence in its rawest form.
Of which I on one to many occasions,
Have sunken to and become,
The source of all devastation,
Conflict and near hospitalisation.
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