Why Is There Succumb To Conformity?

I find myself alone, ah yes.
Wandering eyes? There were none.
A sweet silence then greeted me, one only I could enjoy
The chilling air gripped my body, flush with the heaving doors as they swung open
The stillness within was shushed solely by my elation
Inside not a surprise, but my personal high,
Beakers and vials and tools alike lay strewn along the table
My playthings. “These were no toys fit for a child!” the parent would say.
Yet my curiosity need not succumb to conformity
Delving into the deep depths of a new realm, an undiscovered world, beneath the magnifying rays of the microscope,
Prokaryotes wriggled, Bacteria slithered, meanwhile Protists remained
I gazed upon my humble company for what seemed of an eternity
Although unnatural