Odd one out.

The idiots, all together they clung,
and the odd one, he outward was flung.
From the force of their synchronous motion.
They said he didn't belong to the creed.
One idiot proposed, and all agreed,
that genius is but a notion.


Together they laughed, and revelled.
And slew all those who rebelled.
Foot-soldiers in a legion.
To stand apart was always a crime.
To stay alive, you had to hide in grime.
Mediocrity their religion.


You should be ruined, and put to rout.
For every rule that you dare to flout.
Follow them all and labour.
For the loners would be driven out.
Its numbers alone that lead to clout.
And they're not in your favour.

Crossroads

Never sure which way to go,
You stand on the crossing forlorn.
Choose you may, choose you must,
Between self and your destiny torn.

You try to hear, and you strain your eyes,
Whither color, where is bloom.
But both the ways, they are all the same,
Serpents in one, in the other gloom.

Turn left, walk fifty yards.
But make sure you're sure before.
For if you don't like the first fifty,
You must walk a fifty more.

So you raise your hand, and ask the question,
May I say something if you don't mind.
Am a bit of tired of this endless walking,
May I just take a look behind?

Well, look behind, if so you like.
But march ahead, Don't Budge.
So looking one way, and heading the other,
The rest of the way you trudge.