Predictably Inconsistent

Ok!
I admit it.
I am guilty.
Of being predictably inconsistent.
A rebel and maverick of accepted traditions.
With a seeking of different paths to pave.
As if unafraid of new ways to face,
Obstacles and challenges.
Done to do,
Without comforting to limited restrictions.

Ok!
I admit,
Easily bored I get.
To follow behind,
A crowd of claimed pioneers.
Re-inventing the wheel.
Receiving cheers, standing ovations.
And awards that honor,
Their ability to renovate an updating...
What has been done to steal.

Ok!
I admit it.
Difficult and hard it is,
To be genuine, creative and innovative today.
Since many have discovered,
Variety is the spice that plagiarizes their lives.
And claiming themselves to achieve,
Deceiving to fraud successfully.

That?
Is something I don't have that skill to do.

Yet...
Continue I will attempt,
Proving to be predictably inconsistent.
Knowing what it is,
To recognize and identify it done...
Belongs to me and no one else.
Trying to be,
As predictably inconsistent as me.

Few can say they were born this way!
Although...
I will admit,
Approaching each day...
With a fresh and renewed innocence?
Guilty of that I can not deny.