you and no one else

How did you change rebellion?

The failure of triumph

To the bellowing of echoes that success would be driven from

If conformity did not have answers to its calls from ease in life

To friction

Grinding and your wheels

The drive on the road may be smooth without bumps in the wake to logical choices made

Conservation in life to the dying dream, now dust, that once was rare when the gladiators fought tigers

The audience roared as it did

Chanting for death, not mercy for the slave

How the mob was the city, and death would come with the useless coward’s life

In your transformation to adulthood

Stopping to passion

Stopping to love

Stopping to uniqueness

Was the man who lived dead in his deathbed at the end of revolt

How he looked normal to the droves?

In suit and tie

In tome with the music played

Where the road rode hard and true

They wrote loud unabashed of offenses made

They lover pure and endless

Awoken by it each morning in bed with the ecstasy in her screams

As passion lined your veins full

You who resistant to change stayed you and no one else