At what point did I stop being bold?

Was it after I said no?

Did you tag me as arrogant,

just because I broke the mould?

At what point did I act arrogant?

Was it when I rejected your views?

Was it when I chose to refuse,

the shoes you wanted me to reuse?

Your feet only walk the familiar.

Your forefathers knew only mud passes.

I found your mind stuck and your ideas sinking

You berated me when 'why' led my enquiries

I forgive you, for I was built from birth on logic

I would teach you, but you'd prefer to die with hubris

Sidestep I beg, it's never too late to change your route.

Your fathers were wrong, they couldn't admit because of clout

At what point was I arrogant?

Was it when I said you were?

Was it when I left your back,

and embarked the path you feared?

 At what point was I arrogant

was it when I spoke the truth?

Did I become rude,

when I sought to wipe mud off my shoes?