Wasn’t Born to Follow

I felt like a rebel today. I'm not sure why. Maybe because I rode my bike on a weekday. Maybe because I avoided social activity for 5 hours. Maybe because I don't act my age.

I missed two work meetings that my colleagues probably preferred that I lead or take an active role in. But my mind was somewhere else, like these lyrics from the 1968 Byrds song "Wasn't Born to Follow"...

No I'd rather go and journey
Where the diamond crescent's glowing
And run across the valley
Beneath the sacred mountain
And wander through the forest
Where the trees have leaves of prisms
And break the light in colors
That no one knows the names of

It's a bumpy road, out here on society's margin, but it's so pretty!