Boxes

I challenge the world to contain me.
Am I testing myself or just finding my way?
If living is defined by life’s challenges,
Then I exist to bump its’ sides.
Pushing, Pulling, Climbing, Scratching,
I claw myself to freedom?
Do I settle?
Do I adjust?
Do I fit?
Do I care?
Only deliberates are values else my mind an open field.
I have no respect for boxes,
equality is all that’s true.
I have no use for boxes,
That which destroys human mandate
I abhor boxes,
causing impotence and death of the spirit.
My intuition now a distant beacon.
Failure is an insult that drives my passion
and I, no will to compromise.