Parallelograms
Go unparalleled
Until  trapped
by trapezoids
That
are than fused and molded
To fit inside
Rhombuses

For the squares who
Lack imagination
You’ve likely raised a brow at this notion
And for the cynics ever questioning
I say congratulations
You’ve done a stellar job... at proving nothing
Life is about the possibility of what could be
Based on what is
Improbability lives only in the minds
Of those who’d prefer to Uber to a dream
Just to avoid a toll
And if rules must be broken
So that tradition may redefine itself
Then who’s to stop it