its all too much.
inhibitions prevent me from existing.
obligated to stay grounded.
deticated to the notion
that it will be better.
walking in circles gets you no where.
running on a wheel,
like a rodent,
with a number burned into your skull.
a name long forgotten.
happy faces say to keep smiling,
keep running on your wheel,
keep your voice silent
and your mind obdient.
conditioning us all for the invetable.
taking away freewill and choice.
dare not speak a word of protest.
But, no.
Its my turn now,
to make the difference,
take a stand,
start a written war,
break down the mental walls.
i accept my kamakazi mission.
I'll lead the rebellion,
but only if anyone else will listen.