The Many Things

A future without boundaries A future without assurance A future without obscurities A future without reliance The many things told to believe The many things told to remain hidden The many things told to achieve The many things told to question Place in a world advancing How are parents ever right? Beings in a world made remaining Was I not taught to hide? I ought to be alright until I don’t believe This make-believe world everyone lives The many needs upon average to perceive Is everyone else always a judgement to achieve? I rather a future without Rather a me then to follow The stupid rules men create to doubt Rather I be poor and shallow