How free are we to be who we see
Looking back so timid in our reflections
For we have fees for living free
In this world of beautiful "perfections"
A world so vast and without contrast
We are given the great powers of choice
To do as we think and say how we feel
To believe in our hearts we have no bounds
But,
Look closely and with curious eye
Will spy on the most concealed of truths
That we live inside the largest cage
And true freedom is for fools
The illusion of freedom is a slippery thing
It bucks and kicks from our minds
As we drink the comforting lies we are fed
That we
Will always
Be free.