How much longer
Do I have to wait
To be able to determine
My own lifes income

I want no influence
On the things I do
Determined at heart
This WILL come true

Even in an age
Of everything new
We are still human
Regardless of what we do

The ease
Of untouchable flow
Where every input
Equates to an equal output
A mans love
For technology
Pure logic
Fits like a glove
To hide
Fingerprints

"From where do we come,
Why is it that we stay,
What is different today,
Will tomorrow differ,
From the events of yesterday?"

All the questions in the world
In the darkest corners lurch
Some people end up scared
They turn to their local church
I just turn my head to the sky
I know i am part of the universe

To regret nothing
Percieve opportunities
And few distractions

I want to play guitar
To drift afar
In my own creation
And be
Just be
But alas
I am all but free
I'm a busy worker bee

I can't believe
After all this time
I can see you
And still wish you were mine