• To conform, or not to conform, that is the question:
    Whether to follow Cruise into the path of strange religion
    And to wear the style of some other person of current interest,
    Or to shun them all and create Selfology and wear pig skin
    Just for the hell of it. To be one's own, in the entirety,
    To not care about the thoughts of others concerning ourselves,
    To be free from the chains of opinions,
    To walk different and held high at once,
    Among all others who do not understand it--
    Ah, yet that is what consumes us:
    Those around us must understand what drives us,
    Or else we be alien, and then we in return are shunned.
    Ah, one must repect the position of which humanity holds
    Of the uncomforts of individualism, the uniqueness,
    Of anything that in effect of usage will set one apart.
    What else could take from us the very aspect of who we are?
    Is it man's quest to be remembered, or accepted?
    Surely those who do only what their neighbor does
    Couldn't accomplish anything new
    Maybe we see nothing for gain to be different,
    Or maybe being a chameleon is simply easier?
    Could it be possible that we are all
    Spies of society that we must blend in?
    Oh, the safety of being just like everyone else!
    Ah, and what of the satisfaction of being one's self?
    Which outweighs which? Is it different depending on the company?
    Would it be preferable if we were all robots,
    Programmed to do exactly this and with much detail that,
    So that there would be no complaints of disagreeing thoughts?
    Maybe then we could think exactly alike and end conflicts
    Of which opinions and beliefs have taken the blame for?
    Would it be possible to be individual and conform at once?
    Could we really--wait, I have already conformed by writing this!
    Well, hell enough of that. I'm out of different ideas anyway.