Against the grain I go

Rebellion is the chain in tow

Engrained to be

Beautifully sustained in me

Erratic is its flow

Leading me toward the rocks again

Like some sort of oxygen

Its influence never wanes although

Off the record I complain of

Unrequited lust

Smothered by the reign of…

…Tears that turn to dust

Sporadic is my disdain I know

Perhaps I’m used to this

I’m an addict for the pain below

Reduced to useless bliss

In melodramatic terrain

To go against the grain

…Makes me emphatic, insane and so

 Against the grain I go