Counter Culture

I felt like such and outcast

Then found those that felt the same

We poked fun at the social sheep

And our own clique became

I then began to alter self

And give into concessions

Till bit by bit we turned into a group

Of grand pretensions

Whenever we draw circles

In the sand of our relations

We create a false barrier

Which thwarts illumination

Behind all social trappings

We are pretty much the same

The petty things that separate

Are man made to our shame

Divisions limit freedom

Which can impede heart’s dictates

For even proud aristocrats

Limit their choice of mates