It's one of the earliest things you learn,
To not put a square peg into a round hole.
You know that little matching game where
Each peg has its place
But inevitably at some point
You try to force a peg in.
But what happens when all there is is round holes?
Don't be square.
Carpe diem,
They told me.
But what they really wanted was
For me to carpe the diem in
A specific way
A controlled way.
There are no diems for me to carpe
The way I want, only the way you say.
So maybe one day I'll wish
I had said no,
I don't care,
I will cut that round hole until it's square
I will find a different board to play
But I won't let you mold me into what you want
I won't let you dictate how I seize the day
And I won't let you limit my happiness.
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