I can

I am not my ceiling fan. I just can't spin or be still just like that. I utter words, gibberish too and i have feeling. I have a heart and a head that expects life to have a meaning. I don't want to be that smart who's equally good both being a loner and with togetherness... I have conscience's mirror face to face. I respond, I crumble...i could be a goner. For me failing to love is as good as being dead. So what i'm not a believer i do have a will and a moral base. I don't mind being the road that is open, long but if i'm trodden by sameness i'll clean the dirt because it's so bloody wrong. I'll respond as that's what i can but still i am not like my ceiling fan.