At Peace With Not Fitting In Poem by Terence George Craddock

you do not know me
I am the wild child at peace
with not fitting in

many are born to be sheep
to bow down to imposed system
to worship all rules system

wealth which deceives controls
oppresses steals from individuals
dictates time energy how where

owned penned sheep must live
to be lorded over wild souls
are lives born independent free

different opposed to unjust laws
persecuting masses of poor people societies
wild souls wake are happy to walk

at their own necessity pace alone
agitated or at peace in cities in wilderness
beware aware wild souls pushed

poked persecuted too far may turn
because wild souls were freedom born
to shake shit up in pivotal times

places decisive throughout history
wild souls due to justice seeking differing fibres
cognizance woven into their very existence

may decide enough is enough
at tipping points decide to vote
creative time space energy

into a personalised no
to the system don't panic
this is a simple explicit no

not a revolutionary no

many wild souls are artists
musicians painters writers
weaving inspiring art works

wake up own a slice of creativity
creation wild souls often promote
artistic interests peace love causes

in mind choice individual
enlightened wild soul revolutions
outside doctrine mind grids


Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock