They pester me why I didn’t,
And why I had stayed behind,
Why’d I reject without question,
Certainty, but not monotone

Snowy hydrangea blossom where
Man has not stepped, the redwoods
Soar, nature’s skyscrapers, but
With no scars to hide

Cities from rivers and ashes, a
Resourceful taste, not the harmful
Acidity and smog I know, as the
Lights buzz just enough

The zombies that smile and laugh
Shed no tear, nor negativity in sight.
Fastened and fitted with silk, prim
And extravagant rippling waters

And yet, they had pestered me;
Pestered me the trip was untaken;
They pestered me to join their
Herd, the bane of who they are

They had pestered me to be more
Like them, when I could just be me;
And there’s no one, across sky and sea
That I’d actually like to be just like me