Broken Chains

I live under the curtain of laws I'm forced to abide by. But where are my powers for which I can stand aside. I'm like a leaf in the wind, being forced to flow with the air against my will. Being guided through my path, by yet rules. Restrictions that immeasurably seize our freedom, lock our path, decide our future that lays ahead of us. No, No, No! I shall not obey brainwashed by chains. I am yet a soul that seeks life, but yet, not under the supervision of others ,but my own. I'll be released being able to flow with rules as a forgotten memory, and yet like no other I shall bloom like a butterfly from its cocoon. And Fly! Flying away anywhere in which I please, and see if fit.