Sunday, November 29, 2009

The Well Worn Path

It’s sad how you walk
This path so worn
Been following the leader
Since the day you were born

You may have dreams
To set the par
As far as I can tell
You haven’t so far

You drown in this river
As you get pulled along
Why stay here
In a place you’ll never belong

Fight the current
And learn to fly
When you know the truth
There’s no need to ask why

In this world
Of a robotic norm
It seems like a drought
When it’s really a storm

Run in a circle
Or step in line
Why take yours
If I’ve already got mine

Don’t give in
To this all of a kind
Thanks for the thought
But I’ve got my own mind

Do as they say
Or give up your soul
The bricks in the wall
Fall to form a hole

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