To each their own.
Then, what of each other?
To keep alone - resisting the lure
To having others to condone
As their own never grows

And so only one way goes
For each, their own, and no other.
But conforming time is slow
And so much effort - why bother?
Because conforming circles grow

Per cycle, and for all of them
All the more styles - and not alone.
As brightly one group has shone
Are the colors of the combined gems,
As each reflects and amplifies.

So which is more desirous?
The tight-knit monotony of each
Keeping their own?  Or each of us
Glowing with lights which meet
As the ever-illustrious rainbow?