Duck

Written after observing how people tend to act on their first day of university compared to how elder students act.

Duck 52

Theatre of contentment,

Digital revelry.

Silence has no place here,

It does not belong.

Are the Pariah a dying breed?
A growing community?

The humbly self-obsessed,
Twigs to form a nest.

Passive custodians to
their Queen; Their

formless mother.

Solitude is ample sustenance.

A trodden flower struggles to blossom.
People like me
Avoid people like me.

You may be acting patronage to ease.
I wish to converse only with the mighty hammers,

and the most deadly of blades.

Another excellent day. 
Another stab at the wind.

I still don't know what I work towards,
But I remain convinced that a goal exists. 

30/09/13