As perfectly okay as it is to go with the flow,
I'll grow upside down,
Color outside the lines,
And explode like a mighty oak filled with paint,
Struck by lightning from the ground up.
Why do people always look to fix what is broken?
Stalled vehicles still rotate and tilt
On the Earth's axis,
Thousands of miles an hour,
And I still work,
Worthy of trips around the sun,
So please don't scrap me at the first sight
Of what you see as failure.
I'll grow upside down.