Freedom

A little child's world of wonder
is found in the simplest things
from caves to rainbows, over and under
they can fly with imaginary wings

But when they grow
they must know
exploration has its fun
but there is a way it must be done

You cannot roam where ever you seek
you must stay put from week to week
You must watch what you speak
else the outcome will be bleak

You must get an education
get a job, earn some cash
life is not a celebration,
its just an unpleasant task.

In America you're free
Free to work, free to be
free to contribute to society
free to take part of the bourgeoisie

but in the end, society
has so many rules there is no free
not free to cry, not free to roam
not free to call a place you're own

you can't just learn what you need
you can't just plant a simple seed
you can't just ask something direct
you can't be a cause. You're an effect.

You can't just sit, you can't just stand
you can't just take that cute girl's hand
you can't just speak, you can't just cry
you can't just feel, but you can just die

So in the end, what is this free?
Can I not be what I want to be?
I cannot feel, I cannot see
I have to conform to society

A child may delight and explore
but soon they'll find it just a chore
they'll read and write and learn the game
and everyday will be just the same

One day, two days, three days, four
I can't take it anymore
Bet that's why we've gone to war.
Something's wrong in society's core.