An Infinite Loop.

I am

not liberated.

A hedonistic turn must suffice.

I can't count the times I've given in to society's demands!

Its been demonstrated

that any stance you take is playing into someone else's hands.

And it is those hands that, for binding agreements, we shake.

Take the opposite of whats popular

and you're either a hardass

or just disagreeing for disagreement's sake

I am

not depraved.

Self-deprivation is neither my style,

nor does it pay.

Its influence might, but most people who preach it avoid it like the plague.

They avoid it like the hypocrisy we fail to glean from influence.

Morbidity:

Success seeks custody of the love child you made in Hawaii

My mind.

An aggregation.

What I learned before I was five

sits there right beside my college education,

together teaching me more than either could seperately

about the construct of contradiction-in-juxtaposition;

teaching me paradox's definition.

I'll veer away from my digression to hearken back to morbidity:

I like to think of this lifes successes as correcting a former life's tragedies

It should be established

that I commit atrocities everyday, or so says my pre-pubescent consicience,

Cue the lights.

In walk contradictions adjacent.

I am

An infinite loop

To break is to liberate

To restart?

A hedonistic turn must suffice

as the only entryway

But, like all the most rewarding things, hedonism has its price.

Still, every cycle must restart.

I am not liberated.