Right and wrong
remaining relative
I work for a better tomorrow
My views differ
from that of others
Making me always wrong
Given this life
Given no light
Through the tunnel we're sent
No instruction or hint
Finding one's self in poverty
wishing for property
for freedom comes
with ownership
Having just self
is impoverishment
And to think
just a drink
Will make myself disappear
With fear I move forward
for a better tomorrow!