Within me

Within me, there is a state of disorder

An in chaos, lawless and wild,

I find within me a need to be free

To be individual and singularly unique,

I find the turmoil of living

Somehow as kind of serene,

When I find myself meditating

I am existential, and anarchic,

I think outside the box modern yet anachronistic

I am duality in everything that exists,

I live for the love and light to fill the deficit

That many others live without,

And wonder why they’re not complete

A spiritual existence that make everything replete,

This is me, pure and utter anarchy.