over a cup of long black- let's talk about our death.

Through the gates of heaven;
the way down need not lead t hell.
Conformity seizes individualism.
Populistic perception -as we see it- kills us all.
I don't want t be.
I recognise my difference- in ideas, in views, in life.
Yet I can never break away.
Merely for two words - social suicide.

Sports and society.
Of two cohorts.
12 people-
You.
The odds?
Jesus.

And i find, with gradual increment, i am alone.