Susan, they said.
You must, you must, they insisted.
Susan, oh little Susan, you do not know what must be done;
Listen to us, sweet Susan, they implored.
All of the little flowers in the garden insisted that I follow their way
They must know best after all right?
Yet my name is not Susan.
My name is Jill.
Also, I am not a flower.
Right, right, right they said.
We are right, so you must be wrong if you do not choose our way.
I choose left.
I was not wrong; neither were they.
We both chose our paths.