In a game of duck, duck, goose,
do you sit around waiting,
or get up and run?
Do you wait to get noticed,
or do you already stand out?
Are you bland and dull,
or colorful and bold?
I am untranslatable,
for I am a goose.
But you are translatable
because you are what they say you are.
I dance when you are still.
I skip when you walk.
I speak when you are silent.
And I find myself,
while you conform to your cosiety.
Where you are just another duck,
I am the great, graceful goose.
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