Sometimes I feel that I am young

And wild and

Free.

 

Yet,

At other points I see,

That truly in fact I am not

Free.

 

I have to work.

I have to learn.

I have to eat.

I have to sleep.

I have to do

Everything.

 

The time, where could it be?

Just yesterday I was me.

But today,

Today I am someone else.

I am busy.

And boring.

And blah.

 

What will it take for me to see,

That life is about being

Free.