Must I be bound to an endless loop of routines,
flavorless, meaningless, maddening repetition?
Can there be a way to break out,
be free, spontaneous, full of life?
I've tried my hardest, put in the time,
stared insanity in the face and kept my spirit,
yet I've seen nothing but roadblocks,
in the way of progression, in the way of my life.
I've been screaming into the oblivion,
but all I've heard back are whispers.
They insist that I give up, conform.
They want me to be like them. Dead.
I won't give up. I will be free.
And they will be sorry.
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 8:29 PM UTC
Must I be bound to an endless loop of routines,
flavorless, meaningless, maddening repetition?
Can there be a way to break out,
be free, spontaneous, full of life?
I've tried my hardest, put in the time,
stared insanity in the face and kept my spirit,
yet I've seen nothing but roadblocks,
in the way of progression, in the way of my life.
I've been screaming into the oblivion,
but all I've heard back are whispers.
They insist that I give up, conform.
They want me to be like them. Dead.
I won't give up. I will be free.
And they will be sorry.
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