The thought police are after me,
Cause your mind I would free.
Your thoughts are yours,
And mine, my own.
My mind it roams,
Wherever I please.
Do not tell me I'm wrong.
Or this must cease.
Nor, they  don't belong.
Perhaps to you,
They don't belong.
But,
What's mine is mine.
All day long.
Perhaps this should be a song.
And thousands upon thousands,
Wish to sing along.
Then perhaps you might see.
Individuality and not conformity,
Is the way to be.
And truly set yourself free.