A Talk with the World

Tired eyes, tired man,

this dreary countenence is not what I am.

I'm a thinker, a helper, a possible friend,

and I would love to help in any way I can.

The world would say, "No, be quiet and still,

the truth of a soul, is what it chooses to spill."


I say, "I am free, to be who I am!"

"I've got a plan, I'm a free thinker,

and a good man inside."

But the world will sigh and take back it's outstretched hand.

"You are who you are, and that's what is true--

but I want myself, not the person that's you."


If I kept up standing, would I be a fool?

A wretch on his knees, laughs at me, 

proud of the fact that he gave away beeing free.

I can go home, play a game or a few,

plug in the TV, watch a show just like him.


But I can also do amazing things,

with just the power of my mind,

I give the world wings.


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