You go against the grain until you grind into the ground,
While everybody waltzes, you salsa solely to your own sound,
A sound your soul is smitten to,
A rhythm only your aura has written to,
Yet you wear your ‘rare’ with a humility that glares.
While masses tend to consume mess,
And celebrate mediocrity in blissful duress,
In your stride resides a resilience,
Which only resonates with those whose paths will not be paved,
Your most admirable attribute is your ability to be brave.
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