My ways run not confluent

with the flow of the babbling streams

of the conglomeration of the foolish

birdbrains acting so extreme

with their way-out dreams

that come together

in false hope of carrying out their

grand ole schemes

to take them beyond mortal means.

They are so much like those that flowed into Babel

to build a tower to the Heavens

then lost their speech

to the curse of separate tongues

never to be undone

for the way-out in-congruent

joining of their would be confluence

to reach the heavens with their dumb invention.

As for me…

Humble me;

I am neither conformist

nor slave…

I pay no heed

to unintelligible chatter

that has no substance

or no useful understandable

worth or matter.

I flow the way I wish to roll;

always knowing

that I must keep going

in the direction that is no-ones

except my very own.

My own tower

shall cometh in my own hour

by the construction

of my own power.

I will never be

a participant

to someones nonconstructive

way-out fallacy

that self-destructs

to make them flee

and unable to comprehend

one word understandably.

Never will I conform!

Conforming just does not fit

 my stubborn humble norm.