I'm a prisoner
locked up in a cell that is myself
I long to break free
from self tyranny
cause when I not myself
I have no identity
just a breathing unknown entity
living in serenity

I am, I am optimistic realist
I see the world for what is
and I think it could be better
I am, I am a haughty piece of humble pie
I boast my strengths yet wonder why
I think I am any better, than anyone

I'm so adjective I verb nouns
I scream in a dream but it makes no sound
we all want want to be heard
from the herd
but one cry turns to many
until you can't hear any
just a rumbled, mumbled symphony
that continues on eternally
saying
we are, we are all just wanting to be loved
though we tend to put ourselves above
so it's harder to love others
if we could, and we could, we could change our world for good
if we loved ourselves and our neighborhood
and treated strangers like our brothers
and say
your beautiful
you have heart gold that you enfold
'til your heart
get ripped apart
then you piece it back together
but now it's worn and tethered  
but please don't sell your heart of gold
for the price of silver
cuase
you are, you are brighter than superstar
if you raise yourself than you the raise bar
and make the world much better
you are, you are the lyricist in your own band
but If your plans don't go as you had planned
well it's probably for the better
just let go, then you'll know that freedom's the lack of control
just reach deep down into your soul
and then you'll find your answer...