When I was a child,
I was always told
I must colour inside the lines.
It was told to me
With such conviction
I was fearful to stray
Beyond those lines on the page.
I became quite okay with it then
As I had my colours
And thought little about
What it really meant.
But when I grew up,
I began to question the real purpose
Of those lines that constrained me.
Who put the lines there?
What is the reason for them?
Why shouldn’t I stray beyond them?
The answers came gradually
And two themes prevailed:
You must be compliant!
You must conform!
Like those lines on the page
That I mustn’t stray beyond,
Society draws the lines
To mark the norm.
It is safe inside the lines;
Society is pleased
Because you don’t break their rules.
Are you happy to comply?
Sep 16, 2024
Sep 16, 2024 at 6:34 AM UTC
When I was a child,
I was always told
I must colour inside the lines.
It was told to me
With such conviction
I was fearful to stray
Beyond those lines on the page.
I became quite okay with it then
As I had my colours
And thought little about
What it really meant.
But when I grew up,
I began to question the real purpose
Of those lines that constrained me.
Who put the lines there?
What is the reason for them?
Why shouldn’t I stray beyond them?
The answers came gradually
And two themes prevailed:
You must be compliant!
You must conform!
Like those lines on the page
That I mustn’t stray beyond,
Society draws the lines
To mark the norm.
It is safe inside the lines;
Society is pleased
Because you don’t break their rules.
Are you happy to comply?
There's an anarchist inside us all trying to get out!
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