Your days are numbered
From the moment
You are born
The pressure is upon you
Before you're even conceived
The duties and responsibilities
Are your real birthday gift
And to top it all
Your future
Is decided
For you
;
I'm sorry?
Your argument is that
You couldn't talk when you were born
And that's why you had no say?
Well, you can now
But isn't it still the same?
;
It's all pre-decided
And sadly, not completely
By fate
It's all decided
For you
From before
You never seem to have a say
In what is
and what should never be
;
So, where is the peace?
Where is the freedom?
Who's holding the strings
To the puppet
That is
You
;
Peaceful and free times are non-existant
So go on
And live this controlled life
All while knowing
What's in store
For you've already missed
And not even enjoyed
That one moment
Of freedom
And didn't even know
Back, when you were in utero