Rebellious, subversive, anarchistic me

I am rooted deep within a rebellious soul
I am still subversive though some nay think me old
I am young at heart I don’t see my years
I’ve struggled through so m any heartaches and tears
And that’s why I won’t conform to the norm
I came in kicking and screaming when born
I’ll arrive at my grave bruised battered and torn
Covered in the scars of a life well fought
Standing up got truth and what is right
I refuse to turn a blind eye
Outspoken and full of belief
Always moving forward and refusing to retreat
That’s me, the unconvential old punk anarchist
Appreciating this life and world in which we exist
Sharing it with so many other a mazing species
Beauty all around in nature dazzling me
Why would I not fight for these thing
And an to war and people’s liberty
Whg would I not work towards a world of live and peace
Standing up against all for of slavery
Discrimination and inequality
These are the is s es that define me
And I still find time to set my so l free
As I meditate and heal myself mindfully
This is me and I make no apologies
It’s up to you if you choose to love or hate me
But nothing will ever change me
From living my life compassionately
This is the rebellious, subversive, anarchist in me
An existentialist, Buddhist thinking advocate you see
Living in my own concious reality
And never afraid to dream
And I never stop believing
In a love that’s created universally
By a biocentric theory that in itself is its own mystery
As is the miracle of all existence
Of which I show gratitude of being a part of
But I am still always string to effect change
In a world do dysfunctional and estranged.