The mind is confined by self infliction

Restricted by its own conviction

Pointing towards a single goal

Racing like a lucid foal

 

Made in China

One time use

No Parking

Eat healthy

Yield

 

I ask my friend if wealth is inherent

Well isn’t that apparent?

My bike used to carry me a mile away

Now it takes me to another state

 

I couldn’t wait to grow up

It isn’t a choice anymore

I hear the sneeze of reasonable treason

 

How appealing am I?

I ask why

There is a card in my pocket

It wasn’t a choice, it won’t be

Till I’ve lived yet longer

Than my hands might grip

A steering wheel