Some of us are still normal
Refusing to be absorbed
Into the rigmarole of taking part
Doing things once forbidden
Die-hard traditionalists
Unimpressed by their new-found wealth
Afforded by novelties of uncharted change
And those innocent lives sacrificed
Futures negated as they were rearranged

Something had to give; our refuge
Life itself, became stagnant
Coerced and distinctly unimpressive
We had to try a new thing
Different and appeasably, very exciting
People now wear non-conformity
On their proffered sleeves
Beckoning uncomfortability
Designed to expose sensationalism
In order to invoke pre-requisite
Yearned for, merciless attention-grabbing

Summer will soon be exchanged
For Winter’s dark depressing
Unsettling demeanour
Encouraging them to plot
Planning next year, developing further rifts
Departure from agreed conventional
Highlighting even newer aberations
Convinced they are on the right path
Discerning and forming new ways
In frantic efforts to get paid, selfishly
Assuming an unquestionable position
That much coveted centre of attention.