The frequency at which life produces
Is much to high
It often reduces
The great to nigh
We can’t keep up anymore
So we go to the store
Analyze what people decide to afford
And steal until there is nothing more
Our creative process
Is diverted
Into something of a recess
And inverted
We are looking for easy access
To that which we have interpreted
To be success

From me to you
And you to me
Please just you do you
And not me
Or someone not you
And I’ll be me, hopefully
So we can can go back to how it was
Originally
No more stupid laws
No more stupid genres
No more stupid constraints

Creativity is anarchy;
Please don’t try to change that
I know we can all can think
Originally