“This is wrong!” they shout.
“Don’t do it!”
I don’t want to think what’s right—
what’s right anymore?
I’ve been doing all the right things:
behaved right,
got the right degree,
married the right guy…
Still, I ended up in the wrong place—
or the wrong end
of the right place,
at most.
A precise blueprint,
yet wayward—
disarrayed,
veering off the ideal design.
I’m incomplete. Misaligned.
Isn’t that right?
For me—it’s wrong.
Why is it wrong?
I did all the right things?
Why then, amidst all these rights,
do I feel misplaced—
a lucky penny lost in a dry desert,
gleaming in the sun,
yet inconspicuous in the sand—
Blindly chasing paths
marked right or wrong.
Incongruous.
Why is it wrong,
doing what feels right?
I’m tempted to do what’s wrong—
forbidden,
There’s a thrill in rebellion,
a treasure awaiting discovery in the shadows.
But what if it’s not wrong?
And perhaps even right—
right for me.
So, if I do wrong things,
maybe at least
I’ll finally feel right.
Let’s do more wrong,
but do it right!
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Wolverine Lily 
This image of a “a lucky penny lost in a dry desert” hit pretty hard. My brain, or what passes for one, instantly knew that particle by particle, the sand will claim the penny. And then I wondered how many more pennies were lost in that encroaching desert. It’s an inspired meme, a type of foreshadowing of what occurs to many (not most) students of the question, students who are often cursed to look beyond the velvet noose of cultural institutions like marriage. To be Hester Prynne and wear the “A” on your chest, a nod to your free will, or to bury yourself in the march of Prussian rank-and-file order.
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