AGAINST THE FLOW OF TRAFFIC – ACTON28.BLOG

Disaffected, dissatisfied, and disgruntled, I plodded along;
Discontented, frustrated, and restless was my last year;
Each passing hour filled my malcontent mind.

Alienated, estranged, and fed up, my heart grew disloyal;
Rebelliousness, sedition, and dissidence clouded my vision;
An insurgent dread dampened my nature.

I could be up in arms, a renegade, hostile to all;
Insubordinate, mutinous, unfriendly thoughts cast over;
I feared the darkness and its insurrectionary guidance.