Moksha

Call me irreverent
For I flout the rules
Running a-mock
rebelling ...without a pause
Let it be known
I am not clay for a mould
I am like water
Like the air that you breathe
Life itself ...so let me be
There is more to me
than you'll ever see
A soul that will not be tamed
A wild spirit...absolute and free
My eyes are on that finishing line
where I will be me in totality
These shackles will weaken
These ties won't last
I'll run the distance...
far beyond my past
Faster... faster...Until I find release
from what they call
my destiny!

...Anita