My Free Spirit

My spirit free as a blade of grass but corrupted by my oppressed reality. My thoughts soar further than time, although my reality strives hard to keep my thoughts selective, in their perspective, which is corrupted,which leads to self destruction.yet my mind continues soaring going beyond societies norms.Lies,they try to hide,they get caught,they deny,then I seek truth in my God.Now im in touch with my spirit.Im content and free. _MLK_