was to stand and stare,
Among pretty flowers
but you don’t know where.
To get through life
you had to conform,
Getting out of line
was not the norm.
So we see the world
with rules to endure,
Approval by others
is never sure.
I was looking through my photos of flowers that stand out from a pattern. I happened to have this photo from a Wyoming pasture. There is a very strong association with sheep and conformity. It is coincidental that what I wrote before considering a photo fits in with almost no revision.