A Rebels Stance

A Rebels Stance As we stand talking face to face Upholding the laws of social grace You may see me timidly holding my stance Chained to the bond of my circumstance. But under charades of fancied beguile Merrily skips a loose denial And tearing the ropes encircling me Is a mind that goes running, running free. You look at me now and see an acceptance Of all that’s been told despite an objection But I am no prisoner of all that conforms You’re looking at posturing tuned with the norm. Deep inside this material prison Defiance dances in passionate rhythm Ignoring the shackles binding me Is a mind that goes running, running free. Within this mysterious essence Disguised in such typical form Are fields that wildly span the horizon, And a voice singing on in a storm. When the land of the self is examined Its truth is a beauty to see Neath the dust of its blanketing body Lies treasure you cannot perceive. Ignoring the choke that silences my voice Dances a body with powerful choice Unmindful of myths you've heard about me Is a mind that goes running, running free.