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They told me when I was younger That I could grow up to whatever I wanted to be. I could be An artist A movie star An astronaut A scientist Anything my imagination could create. Yet when I began to age, They started to bend the rules: I could be whatever I wanted to be But I had to Make this much money Be this successful Have this much intelligence Lead this kind of life. There is a predetermined mold that I am Expected to fit in order to be Accepted By the world. And I screamed, “HAPPINESS! THAT’S ALL I WANT TO WORK FOR!” However, they couldn’t hear me, My silent cries were drowning In a frigid, dying life. I tried other solutions, Something else they might take seriously: Adventure Passion Peace They were still looking for normal answers: CEO Professor Politian. They were eager to ship me away to cubicle life, Never to be heard of again. My sole job The only task ever assigned and designed for me Was to be me, Happy, passionate, creative me Who would change the world In big and small ways Who would shatter the mold I was sentenced to So that others may know In a bleak world, All we need is a little color.
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 5:59 PM UTC
You Have One Job
They told me when I was younger That I could grow up to whatever I wanted to be. I could be An artist A movie star An astronaut A scientist Anything my imagination could create. Yet when I began to age, They started to bend the rules: I could be whatever I wanted to be But I had to Make this much money Be this successful Have this much intelligence Lead this kind of life. There is a predetermined mold that I am Expected to fit in order to be Accepted By the world. And I screamed, “HAPPINESS! THAT’S ALL I WANT TO WORK FOR!” However, they couldn’t hear me, My silent cries were drowning In a frigid, dying life. I tried other solutions, Something else they might take seriously: Adventure Passion Peace They were still looking for normal answers: CEO Professor Politian. They were eager to ship me away to cubicle life, Never to be heard of again. My sole job The only task ever assigned and designed for me Was to be me, Happy, passionate, creative me Who would change the world In big and small ways Who would shatter the mold I was sentenced to So that others may know In a bleak world, All we need is a little color.
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 5:59 PM UTC
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