Expectations
As a young boy, I was told of life,
And how I must find a wife,
Settle down, produce a child,
And never again run free and wild.
If you believe this, and you may,
Then feel free to live life in that way,
But as for me, I feel caged,
My very soul enraged.
For how can we truly be free?
When it’s all planned what we should be,
To follow the plot and read the plans,
Takes our lives from our hands.
We each become pre-programmed pawns,
Waking each morning, controlled from dawn…
… till dusk.
But as for me, I wish to be free,
No-one taking control of me,
Dictating my daily acts,
Presenting me with the facts.
In a life like that, where’s the fun,
No-one allowed to laugh and run,
Everyone with a ball and chain,
Never feeling joy or pain.
So, I want to be totally free,
To know what I want and know what I see,
Not to be told what to feel,
But to know my emotions are real,
So release my heart from it’s vault,
Then, if it dies it’s my fault.
Copyright © J Mckernie | Year Posted 2007
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