Bound

BOUND We’re bound from birth, our path too clear Conformity reigns, we dare to veer Play it straight and fall in place Buckle down, you’ll win the race Need for expression, no need for that Everyone needs to wear the same hat Wander off course or stray from path You’re ostracized, beware the wrath Creative types, you know the ones Their unkempt hair and lack of funds The artsy crowd without a care Berets worn black, causeless flair Yet abstract form and deviceful eye Radiate light on gray streaked sky Without free thought we play the fools We must transcend archaic rules Linear thinking it has its place In modern times it makes a case But if one dares to lose one’s face I just might love this human race