Paste and Paper Smile

Searching the empty ground all my life in lost and found,
my mind was spinning round and round,
pounded out by meaningless sound,
white noise try to be one of the good old boys,
but their thoughts and ambitions now are only that of shiny toys,
a crushing pressure smashes sight a cure-less blight try to know whats wrong and right,

Countless rules squeeze me so tight I don't know how to fight,
or even if I should,

I was a drone of rules alone I knew nothing of a uncontrolled home,
all restrictions of this institution of no revolution,
I can find no resolution to this question,
put a happy inflection in my tone and smile it may work for a while,
my false construction a paste and paper smile.