The little apathetic engine that could but didn't

A problem of life is presented to thee.

You think that your choices can only be

Solution A or Solution B

When in all actuality

there’s also Solutions C or D

or E or G or P or Z.

They are not as conventional you see

and society usually frowns on these,

but the “Ubermensch” doesn’t aim to please.

He chooses the choice that is truest to he,

but you’d probably just choose A or B.

Now in addition to A and B

and C and D etc.

There’s also the choice: the choice to be 

What Sartre would call, an absentee.

It’s not as appealing, we all agree,

but it’s always possibility.

I feel I’m a slave to society.

But only because I choose to be 

the very willing detainee

of all of this mindless conformity.

But I will become an escapee

by breaking the rules on which we agreed

is essential for the comfort we need

by ending my poem in a very strange way, because there’s a lot more truth like this.