With unsteady hands and a shaky spirit

I sit wide awake hoping for tomorrow

Hoping for a day where I can breathe

When I can breathe purely and live freely

 

What a false sense of freedom we all have

We sit with our hands folded and our mouths plastered shut

Waiting for permission to speak ordinary thoughts

While we hold the extraordinary thoughts captive

 

Why must the rebellious be shunned?

The one's who dare to be different

Those who will speak out against the cultural norm

 

Shall I hold my thoughts captive, too?

And spend my life chained to the law?

Or shall I take tomorrow by the reigns

And dare to set my spirit free.