Along the guidelines, within your ticked box. With all the rules you make me follow. Taming my free spirit, chaining my wild soul. Depressing all, and all become shallow.
These rules are not for me, Not an answer on a page in your book, No box for me to tick, always receiving your crooked look.
Smiling at the masses, ‘’One for all;..’’ is all the same. Standing out is witchery, uniqueness a taboo. From I don’t fit in your written world. Your rules, your answers, nor your questions too.
Creating is apartness, loving your greatest fear. For love leads to knowledge, a breaking-point in you precious chain. Coming out your comfort houses, doing that job you do so well. Yet the loudest get silenced, a cop for each one who seems sincere.
Your world collapses, not card but brick. Crumbling under the foundation your held so dear. I won’t lead these masses, a free sheep is still a sheep. I won’t turn off the light either, one of those rules.. you held so dear.
True freedom comes from you, each an one other. Breaking chains along the way. Burning the path behind you. Pity not those who dare to follow. For that freedom is their choice.