No Label, page 1

No Label

Oh no, there you go, throwing a label on me.
I'm more than what you say I'm supposed to be.
Won't fit neatly inside, any of your categories,
My soul, it knows, only endless possibilities.

It's true, to you, I might be mostly like,
Those people that you put on ancient spikes,
Letting them hang on by a song and a prayer,
But I'll never fit there...I won't ever fit there.

The minute I conform to one side or the other,
I've lost the support of some of my brothers,
My words hold no value, they'll look judgingly,
Thinking I'm not the same person that I used to be.

But I remain, the same, nothing has changed.
Except someone has chosen for me, a new name,
Thinking that it better defines all that I am,
But I won't accept it, I won't accept any of them.

For I favor neither side, my mind remains open,
Waiting for a time when the words I've spoken,
Will ring true in the hearts and minds of men,
And we can all be simply human again...

Thanks,
blend57