Conform

Laid solid in your root,
Intermingled among your vine,
Producing sweetest of fruit,
Uprising in the mind.

A standing field,
Rows of glory born,
Daylight dawns still,
In darkness of the norm.

Awakening as such,
Freedom is made,
Conformity a clutch,
Makes you fade.

Into some reason,
Always another,
For your treason,
One to the other........................have been played..........

FTBAS 6.30.13