Command or conform,
You don't have a choice,
For that's the way of the world.
Lead the pack
Or be the pack;
Your mind laying dormant and furled.
You'll be governed by strict rules,
But no, think for yourself:
Do the good, fight the evil,
Put your life on a shelf.
For when people say follow your dreams,
They don't really mean follow
It's a masquerade for co-align with us
Or we'll leave you dry and hollow
If you lead,
You're honourable, worthy,
But only for a while;
For if you infringe the decisions of the pack,
They'll watch your ousting with a smile.
But that is the law of the land,
The way the world works.
If you follow, you're weak
But if you lead, it hurts.
> a.t.
I have a problem with authority
