I will never be Jack Kerouac

I will never be Jack Kerouac.
The only people for me aren’t the mad ones —
the ones whose worst nightmare is to be called boring
& shrug off selfishness with their carpe diem philosophy.
The ones who are blasé about anything commonplace,
then burn & engulf bystanders in their flames.
The only people for me are the genuine ones —
the ones who don’t want to be revered as nonconformists
& know that living life fully doesn’t mean disregarding others.
The ones who find beauty in every day,
& don’t create conflict to have a story to tell.
I will never be Jack Kerouac
because I would rather have real, caring friends
than be surrounded by people who
careen toward impossibly perfect moments
& remain oblivious to the destruction left in their wake.