A catastrophe has occurred within my psyche
I am oblivious as to which direction I must face to move forward
Society turns me one way, is it my way?
And if I choose this way will I be able to run, skip or stop as I like?
Or will I be restricted or pushed by expectations?
And if I choose to follow,
If I am assimilated,
Will I never understand,
that by conforming, I devalue life, as I must, to live their lie?
And if I do,
Will I grow?
Will I still question why?

The answer lies with me of course
And I choose to live, not to die
I shall rejoice in my own inadequacies!
I will manage my own materialism, living in comfort
But without obsession of ownership.
And when society glares down at me from its fragile tree-house in the clouds
I shall look up proudly and smile
For I realize it is I who has my feet flat on the ground.

Big Book '99