I can't stand it
The laughter, the light
Whilst the others crave it I avoid it with ease
I don't care for it
The thrill of the flight
Why is it them that we all strive to please?
I think they know it
The power they possess
Do they not feel shame for their cruel intentions?
I very much doubt it
For they started this mess
Greed and vengeance were their inventions
People grow older and, maybe, they change
And more often than not they refuse to go insane
I wish they'd explain it to those who are younger
Those now afraid to think and to wonder
For we need their permission, though why I don't know
Perhaps it's their belief that we're young and too slow
So they stifle our opinions, and threaten that they
Will hurt us, and they will, if we don't do it their way
I don't want it
These shackles around my mind
Is it such a crime to want to think on my own
They won't hear it
But it's not them that cry
Whilst the urge to fly free rattles through my bones
I refuse to believe it
That after all I have faced
This world no longer holds comfort for me
But why did you do it?
Why bring me into this place
When you simply take all I've lived for away from me |
Submission Name: 'Its' Freedom, 'Its' Intention
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