Madness upon the Madness
When does it stop?
I want to do what I can't,
And I do what I am not suppose to.
Life governed by rules.
Why is my time here so cruel?
How can I articulate these emotions to people who've considered me a fool?
Why is this path so embedded with madness?
I just want to feel free, like my neck, when a shirt is tagless.
Can I put power in these hands?
Or am I doomed like the Native American's when the Mayflower hit the land?
Why does restrictions have to apply?
I just want to grow a pair of wings and fly.
No college. No work. No pressure of failing on my back.
I want to look my mother in the eyes and say, ''I tried''
I want to throw all these priorities away and just glide upon mountains.
I'd seen my fair share of tears.
I just want to give up without giving up.
I want to succeed,
But there's no water for the seed.
All I am offered with is the madness, may I be freed?