This is an old poem one of my very first...

I don't understand your compultion to lie
or your need to apply a definition
to everything according to you

You can tie me down
you can force me to pretend that I agree
But my mind cannot be bound
and I won't be defined
by your narrow minded labels

Your eyes penetrate me
you long to get into my head
to know what makes me tick
my reply to your questioning gaze

I embrace freedom of expression
I need it to move forward
on this journey

I dream in vivid colors of ghosts
who seem tp protect me with a misty presence
and wake me with rain at dusk

I love the feel of silk against my skin
and the low rumble of horsepower
under the hood

I long for the faint cry
of a
slow sad saxaphone
and
the hollow thump
of a
base guitar

I lose myself in lurid thoughts
filled with dark brooding images
and
I fall for the bad boy
each and every time

I ache for rough hands
on
soft skin
and
I pray for redemption
of my
many wicked sins

Iam what Iam a contradiction
confined by my addiction
I'll never be who you want me to be

I will not live by your prediction
so don't ask me to play a part
for which I was not cast
to be who I am not
or to live outside the realm
of what is real

I don't need your truths to set me free
you see
I have found my own conviction

So believe me when I tell you
I cannot and will not
reside inside
your hallucination