Primitive Soul

Society is like a tourniquet placed
on the Primitive Soul; constricting it 
at its birth, giving it no chance to grow.

However...unlike blood, the soul's 
diminished yet still powerful content 
cannot be yielded; so it spreads throughout 
each person's being and sows its seeds for 
fielding.

Then at glorious harvest time, no 
spirit, law or command can stifle its
yearning to be free! It is the true
core of everyone's existence. Everything
they have been and will forever be!

So unshielded, It proudly yet blindly
marches out into the World.  And unaware
of the self-righteous and hypocritical
laws enforcing order; the Primitive
Soul walks to the beat of its own
rhythm...abruptly being seized by the
Powers that be!

Confused and decieved about why it
must incarcerate its true self, the
Primitive Soul continues to be flogged
and tortured. 

Until it finally flies away...escaping into 
oblivion; leaving that persons life with 
a void that will never be filled again until 
after Death!

Then and only then...will the Primitive
Soul live and thrive...FOREVER!