Like a butterfly in a soft summer wind
Constantly being told what you CAN’T do
They prepare you for what you SHOULD do
Who knows what you MIGHT do
…I think I do
We are all representations of the effects of the yesterdays
The products of the unknowns
The producers of the tomorrows
We are what makes us…us
We are everything and nothing
We are still becoming after they told us we became
We are
We will continue to be
But we will never really be
…free
Free from negativity
Free of mediocrity
Free from her and him…and them
Free from our minds which imprison or empower us
Free from the preconceived notions that dictate what we CAN’T do
But you know what you SHOULD do?
The only thing you CAN do
…be you
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