dissolution

It's what I know, yet not always where I stand;
Tis how I've been raised,
through this I have learned, becoming who I am.

Now they throw it away,
casting down the very hope
that it could be, that it is;
I want not to heed as they say.

In sooth I've not been one to follow
strictly the rules fortold;
I question, I beckon, &
this image doth my spirit wallow.

Held in so close, I hesitate so
to release my illusion
- if it be that -
I shant yet let it go.

And I will fight as I yearn further for truth
- I will keep going
til reality is found -
even if it be uncouth