Passion burns within me
But is quelled by the overwhelming hand of reality
Why should it be?
Generations of my ancestors conformed to this reality
Why not make our own?
Passion kept in check is sad indeed
Rather, it should roam free, voiced through words
To come to a better understanding of it
A lion, chained in a cage
All you can see is one mighty paw desperately
Reaching out
Do you know the lion? No.
All you can know is that one paw, and however
Beautiful it is, it cannot compare to the whole creature
I understand your point, we need to conform
In some situations
But as for us, let's make our own
Private savannah, where nothing is too open
Nothing is too crazy
And we begin to know the lion
Bite off the hand of reality, and spit it out
Quite honestly, it tastes bad.