Why?

'Tis a world of mass conformity,
Spontaneity is depressed,
If you don't show uniformity,
You are laughed at without rest.

If however you do not mind,
None can steal your flighty dreams,
You shall find the world is blind,
And none can see your silly schemes.

You dance and dance before their eyes,
Unperturbed by laughs and stares,
For why should you indulge that guise,
The mask that hides our true affairs?

It only destroys our human souls,
Makes them flat and boring,
As uniform and straight as poles,
I would far rather be soaring.