Stop The Game, Please!

Leave alone, please! I cannot copy Your methods anymore, Take your advice away And donate it to charity Instead of burdening My delicate condition With long formed Cultural habits... I have reached a point Where you must take me Or leave me As I come to you_ I will not learn new ways Mine are cemented in trial And constant error... Like a tree first planted, The seed of an unwilling New generation, Left wild to grow freely In the unrestrained air Of a wood possessed By no earthly proprietor, Out, saved, molded Into manageable bits, Cast off for an eternity And dry out all its life- Preserving moisture and tossed Inconsiderately into flames Which never dies... Consumed in the name of necessity, Practicality burned, scorched, Poked at and reduced to ashes... I cannot be planted In this ground again And be made to grow into anything, Anymore I can nurture a warm home- Matter, once destroyed, Will not return In the same structure! I will appear again, Immaterial and immortal For the body dies But never the soul... ©All Rights Reserved-2012