Get out there
Yeah I'm talking to you
Who else would I be there's nobody in this room

Anyway, I see you've been oblivious to the outside world my friend
Don't worry, for I will help you from this worrisome trend
There's a lot more going on beyond the hills and past the evergreens
Even thousand of miles further where the Queen meets the teens

By all means, you can stay here if you so choose
Just know you will be missing out on the world's best views
An adventure of fun, and experience that is second to none,
in a beautiful destination with plenty of women and ***


It is not healthy to just stay in once place too long
Your perspective can get narrow even if you feel like you belong
You learn most from your fellow people with each moment
building upon the last creating an incredible wanderlust that you are very fortunate to have

So get out there
The world isn't going to knock on your door

I want to be free,
Like a squirrel choosing between many trees,
not like a man on one knee.
Like a seagull hovering near the ocean breeze
not like a mouse trying to get cheese.
I want to be free.

Not listening to orders like some drone
or trying to sell things over the phone;
I want to create my own throne all homegrown,
Not lying to myself and others with no backbone
or hearing my failures through a megaphone
I want to be free.

But what does that really mean?
It's not something given in your genes.
Is it doing what you want whenever or
is it living in the wilderness on some clever endeavor forever?
Or just having enough to indulge in more than just a lean cuisine.
I want to be free, but there are no guarantees

I don't care if all my colleague's succeed
it doesn't mean much to me.
What good is a bachelor's degree with
all the debt attached in actuality?
Studying long hours, getting good grades,
just to be an interviewee?
Not for me, so hear my plea
I want to be free.

You need to be free, you should want to figure this out,
or else I fear you will forever be in a drought.
Feeling like something's missing,
but you don't know what.
You may think you know somewhat,
but just know there are no shortcuts.
You will not succeed if you hold great doubt,
so please just hear me out.

You just have to at least try to be free
and not care even if it doesn't work out.

I think I might be going mad
Like a traveler without a map
On a land absent of help
Like a ship without a captain
On a sea with fog so thick you can't see

Closing my eyes only lets
My madness flow free
Imagining strange places
Sometimes beings without faces
Rather a new world, a dimension perhaps
On a different plane
But still in the same place
Unable to be seen yet
Running rampant in our dreams
How come I can only see them
When I'm asleep