How the cookie crumbles

There are times when I try to vindicate my existence by coming up with obtuse algorithms for why I am the way I am. It never helps trying to explain oneself, because no matter how hard you try sometimes there is no stamp of approval. You remain un-sponsored, faced with the choice of caving in or going it alone on the beaten path.

Somewhere along the lines however the Gods turn and grumble.
The corpses and critics tumble.
And I alone, stumble along my solitary path to self-righteous self discovery.

I pave my way towards rebellious right. Oh! How I pray I was a bohemian flower child singing my redemption songs of freedom.
But I fumble- the world will never be ready to tolerate flavors so exotically opulent.

So you remain silent.
Silent and still.

And that my friends, is how the cookie crumbles.