many feel few grasp The strings of a dream To thin for thier fein The voices scream Play safe follow the path conform for a "good" life Two kids one wife A square picket fence painted white
life passes disappointment is left A void Hungry for adventure Turned to starved Then dead Now a husk of a man His life never led
Throw away aΒ Β guarantee for a mere shot at a dream unhinged the shackles and followed your path not the one ****** on you By societal rule Feed your soul dont be a old fool