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Society created a belief system and enforces it. Where's the room to be an individual? |
How can I make you understand Tie your heart around mine so you can feel You don't want to sense how capable I am If I don't meet your standards, I'm unworthy It makes me sad and angry That achievement has been defined In such a way, that I can only envy And am shot; left behind I don't function like the rest seem to do I am not a puppet tied with string I swirl and tangle, fall and dangle But that is how I've always been I'm a person of extremes But I like things to stay the same As long as they don't urge me to scream Not everything needs change You're stubborn, greedy and like a fish On the dry, you demand change The world cringes, bows to your wish And floods you with rain But out in the sun, where they may die They lie still, although unsatisfied Waiting for the tide; the water to abide They leave their fate to be decided Don't mistake me for one of those I might be waiting in the sun But I flap my fins, and am lost in ideas Time is unforgiving, and tangles me in momentum I'm learning to get caught by birds And have them drop me in the sea I'm figuring out how to dig with my fins Carve water-filled veins in Earth's skin I am going to get where you are going And I am going to do it in my own way I might loose your respect, I might look stupid But for once, allow me to keep my own pace If you let me be in peace You might be surprised by what I can produce You dealt yourself a hand full of aces ...I might still win the game with two's. |