I am purposefully Aloof

Here is the riddle for you to resolve: What am I? 

I meander when it’s night when the humanoids sleep,

I go out in the rain when they hide from their life source,

I love the winter beach over the summer swarm, 

I ditch the weekly drone of the world curfews and schedules, the illusory cuckoo clock constructs, moving freely about the day, like a renegade… awake amidst sleepwalkers

I slip like water through the cracks past the mass transit

I hide from holidays where the sheep are herded by karats on sticks into conformed mind corrals,

I work nocturnal when others end spent their light of day,

If something is in trend I will run far and fast the other way,

for all the secret spots discovered by the sacrilegious masses are turned to resorts and amusement parks for robots, and seized as channels for the powers that would control (if they only ever fully could), channels used for distractions and sedatives and commercialism; for the robbing of dreams by way of static and loud yelled beliefs.

I preserve my unboxable limitlessness.


I am purposefully aloof.

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