Not one of them

No, I am not one of them.

Living by rules alone

Walking on well trodden paths

Thoughtless. Unable, nay, unwilling

To look beyond the mould;
Each step blindly taken, each breath

False, each thought mindless.

No. I am not of their clan.

Far beyond limited living

In unfolding worlds ever new

I wander, alone, perchance 

A co traveller walks along

For a day offering friendship

Pregnant with promise;

New horizons leading

To newer thresholds.

An outcaste perhaps, ostracized,

Beyond moulds, maligned

Convicted, judged guilty

Crucified each day

By thousand tongues

Spears of hate, of dengration
Hurled menacingly
Futile attempt to kill
A free soul. .