Where I happily reside
Is none of their concern
How I carry the burden of consciousness
Is neither here, nor there

Who are they
To dwell upon my garb
Rife with illness
At my calm and careless display

The ideals of forefathers
Are not my own
With cracking foundation
The more they lean, through the piling years

My conduct
Is none of their concern
Let the profane fly!
And my passions dwell on in bliss!

Live and let!
As I slather the canvas of my choosing
Peacefully crafting and madly churning
Conquering heights anew
Above the chatter
Of past brooding caverns

Live and let!
I speak to you freely!
Fluid in my own form
With rogue thoughts bubbling inside

Look into me
And perceive everything
Defer from the exterior
And plunge, driven by luminous insight

My humble abode
Is none of their concern
Neither here nor there
Are the sounds that spill for my delight

The contours of my frame
The skin I proudly claim
The love I proclaim
Are my own fiber to critique