Eclipsing Conformity: A Symphony of Wild Souls

Those wild souls, unrestrained, alive,  
Speaking their minds without reserve,  
Craving all things they can survive,  
The mad ones I cannot unnerve.

Their minds ablaze with passion's heat,
Each word erupts in vivid tones,  
Commonplace to them's obsolete,  
They yearn and burn like blazing cones.  

No yawns escape their busy minds,  
They overflow with fiery zeal,   
Each moment new delight they find,  
As through life's web they boldly reel.

Like spiders on a silken thread,  
They spin and weave bright dreams at night,
Across dark skies their visions spread,  
Exploding in bursts of colored light.

Their hearts and minds are unconfined,  
Breaking free of each restraint,
The only people I don't mind,
Are those who burn without complaint.

They blaze a trail none can ignore,
Lighting up the darkest places,   
Opening doors unseen before,  
With bold ideas and fearless faces.

While others sleep their lives away,
These brilliant souls choose to ignite,  
Burning brighter with each new day,  
Their inner flames make darkness bright.

They inspire me to slip each tether,
And set my guarded spirit free,  
To live each moment like no other,  
And burn, burn, burn voraciously.

For them life's cup is always full,  
Of dreams and schemes and wild desires,
While others trudge, these souls are pulled,  
By passions heat and inner fires.

In them I see bright comets streaking,  
Blazing through gloom lit by inner glows,
While dimmer souls are slowly seeking,  
These bright minds feel and wildly flow.

Like phoenix rising from the ashes,  
They resurrect and burn anew,   
Each setback strengthens, fuels their passions,  
Failure just makes their fires roar.

They welcome pain to raise their pleasure,  
And view each loss as wisdom won,  
For them life's joy is without measure,  
They celebrate each day they've spun.

No tragedy can snuff their light,   
Or quell their fierce unbridled ardour,
They burn persistently and bright,  
Transforming pain to creative power.

Setbacks that would make others bitter,  
They alchemize to wisdom gold,  
The hotter life's cauldron they enter,
More beautifully their lives unfold.

Their blazing minds cannot be dimmed,  
Or their wild hearts tamed or gently cooled,
The more their spirits are condemned,  
The brighter and more fiercely they're fueled.

Like flint stones sharp blows bring out their fire,  
Their unrestrained souls cannot be confined,
They break each bond and rise ever higher,  
These untamed minds cannot be undermined.

They live each moment unaware,  
Of society's disapproving frown,  
For them there's magic everywhere,  
In each sight and sound.

While others slumber through their lives,
Thesewakeful souls deeply imbibe,  
Finding beauty that arrives,  
At every turn of life's kaleidoscope.

Common minds see just mundane,  
While brilliant ones find meaning and connection,
In everything, all parts of life's refrain,   
Even pain brings them wisdom's reflection.

With each sunrise they feel reborn,
Their hungry minds feasting on new light,
Fresh perspective every morn,  
As their unrestrained souls take flight.

They find splendor in the cracks,  
Seeing beauty where others find flaws,  
The mad ones know nothing lacks,   
Significance in this world because all is sacred.

Every mistake holds a hidden lesson,  
Every loss gives them emotional depth,
They're on a mission to mindfully listen,
And squeeze life of its juices till their last breath.

In everything they feel life's loving touch,  
The raindrops kissing their skins ever so gentle,  
Hearing in the wind spirits' hushed voices,  
They're tapped into this world's magic essential.

Caught in endless fascination,  
With even the mundane and miniscule,  
Alive to life's sensuous sensation,  
They passionately drink, never left fruitless.

As others hurry on busy highways,  
The mad ones pause to admire the view,  
Finding the sublime in the byways,  
Appreciating life's each colour and hue.  

They live unconstrained by other's outlooks,  
Marching to their own inner drummer,
Crafting lives outside the box,  
Going where their wild spirits pull them.

Checking no roadmap but their heart's,   
They follow their soul's inner compass,
Ready to play whichever part,

Their deep calling and conscience says is theirs.

No voice but their soul's do they heed,
Crafting each moment as a work of art,  
Through uncharted landscapes they lead,

Letting their spirits and passions chart the course.

Without need for others' validation,  
They draw from their own wells of esteem,  
Craving no prize or celebration,  
But the joy of realizing their most sacred dream.

They clutch each new day with heart ablaze,
Unwilling to waste a moment on regret,   
For them time is a gift to be praised,

They plunge in headfirst without a safety net.  

While others seek security and comfort,   
The mad ones thrive on uncertainty,
On the edge is where they feel free to roam, unhurt,

Discovery fires their creativity.

With insatiable curiosity they probe,  
Examining life from every angle,
Intensely soaking up each lesson that life bestowed,

Gathering gems from even the strangest tangled tangle.

With compassion they connect to every beating heart,
In even the most damaged souls they see light,  
Healing humanity is their sacred work of art,

They burn to make the darkened world glow bright.  

Friends find their chaotic minds confusing,   
Their disorderly lives seem a senseless hustle,  
But method comes from their inner musing,

Passion weaves through their creative tussle.

They embrace each high and each hollow,  
Riding out every storm and lull,  
The mad ones know no time is fallow,   

Each moment holds beauty if you mine it fully.

Never numb or bored or blasé,   
Life fills them with euphoric wonder,
Even in the mundane they find a way,  

To tease out threads of magic from its fabric.

They cherish all that makes them burn,
The joy and the sorrow, the dark and the light,  
Through it all they tacitly learn,  

To be fully present and squeeze out life's delight.