MURDNUNOC?

conundrum, conundrum, conundrum

I want to bash and break. I want to rant and rave.
I want to moan and groan, for days and days.
I want to grow and know. I want to free and fly.
And I want to behold the harvest of my patience, as days go by.

I want to whip and wear and flatter my soul.
I want to revel in my beauty, as I grow old.
I want to not explain, and exist to be.
And I want no questions asked about who is me.

I want to wet and breathe. I want a love unabashed.
I want undying ecstasy, which lasts and lasts.
I want to reflect and see. I want to go and go.
And I want the love of my life to be the very first to know.

Conformity is not necessarily a deformity, though it’s an abnormality I try to avoid.