Just another soul ,
up for grabs ,
mould me and sculpt me ,
into the desired , profitable shape .
I may hate the way I am ,
but to put food on the table ,
and to take that four wheeler for a spin
on a mundane monday morning ,
I need it , dependent .
Neurons have long been quantified ,
brainpower decided by a degree
*innovation* decided by how I sell myself
*success* decided by the bills I get
*happiness* decided by the size of the property I own
*pleasure* decided by the woman on my arm.
It aint a free world no more ,
yes , look at the outer eggshell , its all pristine white
but delve into the deep coagulated insides ,
and you’ll see , you’ll experience , you’ll know
this obsession with what others perceive
as signs of failure, success, defeat or happiness
Are we that uninspired a race
that we cannot decide what is true and what is false
that we’ve to be told what is acceptable and what is not ?
When will we not give a care ,
of what society will whisper at ?
of what elders with misguided morals will tell us ?
Jeez , are our brains that rotten ?
that I can’t live life my way , without being prodded and judged at every step
Do I have to live for the sake of others ?
Can’t I live for myself , y’know , selfish ?
It isn’t those well beaten and trodden upon paths ,
many chinks , not the perfect armour
But I know it , and maybe so do you
When you want something real bad ,
when you’re willing to travel lengths
the world might hate you for it
But you’re not concerned ,
at least you’re doing what you like , eh ?
I think this a segment of me , in a nutshell . Out .