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Free Spirited Wanderers


We do not become 
shameful people,
When we earn 
society's disapproval; 

Nor do we become good people
When society approves our actions.

We only become a carbon copy of what society wants us to be, 
when we gain its approval 

And a copy of what 
It doesn't want us to be 
when we gain its disapproval.

In reality, 
we are not carbon copies
or even carbon;
We are unique complex compounds of our own kind 
And we listen 
to the calling of our souls

Some parts of us are readily approved by society, 
Other parts are not;
that's alright with us.

Society is all about balance.
Its changes its direction to achieve equilibrium amidst 
turmoil
And one day, 
it will welcome us 
to lead it forward

For we were brave enough 
to be ourselves
And we inspire that courage 
in others.

We don't do this for popularity
Or to win any gold
We do this because its our truth
The truth of our soul.

We consciously choose to be 
true to our authentic selves
And we can't be put 
into defined boxes,
Since we continuously 
evolve into new forms.

Until we are called to lead,
We go find our tribes
And heighten our vibes
For the Universe is our home
And we are
wanderers in our rooms.


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