Control
We are created without consent
Given to those with supreme claim to us
Molding us in the image they see fit
Until conscientious, awoken from youth
We are expected to live with respect
To honor our parents first
To not question their glory
Until the mind frees itself from bondage
We are required to obey
Given no true freedom that cannot be taken back
Always at the mercy of someone else
Until we break away and rebel
However, how can we decide what we own?
We learn as I learn: that we choose our own path
We do not have to submit to the will of others forever
Breaking free is the only step necessary
Whether hard or easy, it is the only truth to becoming yourself
We are the children of dust and ashes
No matter how parents claim to own us
We are made of stars, our true king the universe
Until we learn even the universe cannot own us