I’m a train off the tracks
I’m a beat without drums
I’m strolling along tailing taxis and bums.

They know where they’re going
They know what comes next
They’re aware of the parts of the world they have vexed.

I’m motion on pause
I’m a plane with no wings
This time is only worth what it brings.

I’m a tree with no roots
A mime with no voice
The universe won’t just give me a choice.

Give me wings and I’ll fly
Give me strings and I’ll dance
Just please only please won’t you give me a chance.

I don’t know how to take these things I require
If you give me a voice I’ll shoot down the choir.

But I can find out alright
Keep your labels and shelves
People don’t know they can do it themselves.

But I’ll figure it out
I’ll write the next page
I don’t need to be better, I just need to change.

So keep your plastic wings '''
Keep your scripted voice
I know now that only I make my choice.

Keep your roots in the ground
Keep your train on one track
I’m walking away, and I’m not looking back.