The insatiable urge for living free
Flows strongly through my brain.
Others sit idly by,
While I sit through the pain

Of this trite and shallow routine.
I cannot be bothered with this.
The test of my will and perseverance
Will never feel the bliss

That others accept as having made-it;
Accepting the facts of life.
Instead I choose to seek adventure
If I must be a martyr till it is rife.