Oh why is it that I never feel free?
I'm restricted by invisible chains.
That drag me down and steal the best from me
And I am left the little that remains.
I have no need to be at all depressed,
My life is better than it's ever been
And yet I somehow fail to do my best
And cannot understand what it might mean.
An aim, a goal, a purpose in our lives
Something that gets us up and out of bed,
A thing for which the individual strives
That helps the universe and clears his head.
I have all of these things and want for none,
Yet into self indulgence have I spun.
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