An Island unto Myself

A chorus of voices
Say "Follow orders!"
From cradle to grave
You must follow
The beaten track
And never once step
On hallowed toes
Or rebuke wisdom
Tested by time.


But your true self
Surges to manifest
Stubborn independence
Of spirit and mind
To holler "No!"
To break free
From despicable chains
Of conformity,
To stay fearless, unmoved.

Let the wise trumpet
Their trite formula
Or issue banal edicts
But I am free and strong
To sail my own waves
To follow my wild instincts
To be an island so remote
Yet a fortress vibrating
With the joy of freedom!

PHLIP RODRIGUES

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