One Big Joke

For what does it mean to truly be free? Within a world so shallow to me. See, I hate to despair and try to repair but nothing ever seems to stick in the air. Its all out there ever so bear it all just feels so unfair; and yet they expect me not to care and ask that I don't share, all they can do is stare. Telling me to grow a pair and some hair but who are they to dare. When all they do is scare never prepare always trying to say that they just play it fair but I know that's not the truth, after all their so uncouth. Never showing any ruth yet always trying to recruit truly what a hoot but we both know their just a brute. Within a world so shallow to me. This ain't it I still don't have the key and yet nobody even bothers to answer me I'm telling you I already paid my fee yet they dress me up to a Tee in the suit of a clown and pay no respect to me, Is that how it feels to truly be free? Inflict pain and suffering onto everyone near me? Wouldn't that just make people fear me? Just Clear Me! Steer Me! Show me where I got to go to and what I got to do to make people hear me. Within a world so shallow to me. Sometimes I feel like a shadow to be, like I lack something deep within me. Always going unnoticed and untraced sometimes It kind of feels a bit based, Like who am I to be upset with the world? When others have been hurled lives far worse than mine. And yet they act blind yet always so well defined, they act so kind and absolutely divine. Makes you wonder if their an angel from heaven, like seriously how do they keep that up twenty four seven? Never acting vile. Makes you wonder if they were given the wrong life style with that damn elegant smile and yet some how their still some sort of exile. Within a world so shallow to me. Seriously none of it makes any damn sense to me. Society, this. Society, that. Why should we care when its made up of rats and cats. The rats always trying to fight back but they always seem to lack a bit of tact to make their dreams come true. All they do is complain about all the pain, trying to stay in their own lane and feign that every thing isn't a giant shit stain until their slain: By the cats of course they show little to no remorse acting like their a better in every way shape and form till you strip em down to their bear bones and realize their just drones sitting upon their corporate thrones making the rats all believe that cats aren't in the stats, after all their rats too. Just big bad and sharp clawed with teeth razor sharp but they always manage to play with your heart in the right way to make you look away from when their tearing it apart. Within a world so shallow to me. So, go ahead and tell me. When and where can we truly be free? The only time that seems actually right to me, is when we're lost deep in thought trying not to get caught doing what we do a lot. The escape is deep within your head or a place where your rid of dread where you can be you, you don't have to fake. It's no longer about what you make, truly its a piece of cake; you know what they say. "Can't have your cake and eat it too." But I think that's an ill tempered way of trying to stop you from having a break through. Within a world so shallow to me. So my friend, you read to the end. Can't say this life isn't without it's own bend and believe me I've had to mend, many many times in fact. Hell I don't know how I'm still intact. But while I still am make me a pact and truly act as if it were a matter of fact. Live your life without and doubt and I swear to you it will amount so don't be in such a hurry to check out. For what does it mean to truly be free? Well, It's when you disagree with life and instead choose to decree that your tax free. (hehe)