Old News

I’m tired of being parts of an assembly line

Living life by this factory’s design

Nails and bolts that screw me in

Cogs and chains that always win

It’s not right

That I can’t fight

Open my eyes, what do I see?

Copies of bodies that look just like me

“Fitting” in...Blending in

Remember when we were so young

Trying to find where we belong

It’s gone, we’re still lost

Now when we try to be ourselves

We become like everyone else

It’s true, we’re old news

I want to freely walk a winding road

Make a path that I can call my own

Why are all these colors so gray?

Why can’t I just escape?

From this place

From this space.

Open my eyes what do I see?

Colors that don’t work with me

I’m not fitting, not blending in

Remember when we were so young

Trying to find where we belong

It’s gone, we’re still lost

Now when we try to be ourselves

We become like everyone else

It’s true, we’re old news

So you tell me

I’m unworthy

But surely

That’s not reality

I’ll break the line of this routine that I am in

Color in this world the way it should have been

You can’t break me

You can’t change me

Don’t catch me if you can ‘cause you can’t follow me

I’m making my decisions, so finally

Let me

Be free

Remember when we were so young

Trying to find where we belong

It’s not gone, We’re not lost

So let’s keep trying to be ourselves

Because we’re not like everyone else

It’s true, we’re not old news