Another place, another
time,
another thought, that
isn't mine.
Everyday amidst a
million crimes,
trapped in an
invisible cell, just like a mime.
They say I should love
this life on hire,
slave to life's needs,
chanting 'what may I do sire'.
No voice of my own, no
dreams to follow,
just playing it safe,
swimming where its shallow.
What happened I
wonder, to the spirit of the free man,
the quests of an
adventurer, setting sail without a plan.
What happened to
waking up under a different sky each day,
greeting a total
stranger by the road and asking him the way.
Our worlds seem to
have shrunk, we live by a box these days,
believing all that it
shows, trusting all that it says.
Our thoughts now belong
to those the world calls wise,
we are too scared to
think, let alone act without advice.
And yet we boast of
being human, the smartest of our kind,
Sitting within our
cages, no better we will ever find.
And thus we choose to
live the illusion of a lie,
that life was meant to
be this way, why be different, why even try!
But now I am tired of
being what the world wants me to be,
I will no longer ask
your permissions, I will just dare to be me.
The rules I follow
will be the ones that I make,
my road, my journey,
my dreams I will not forsake.
So go ahead and judge
me, look at me through your crooked lens,
I am kicking down
those boundaries, no more sitting on the fence.
And at the end of my
journey, I know I may stand alone,
Well so be it then, if
that be the price of living a life of my own!