People are trying to be the next big thing,

trying to out do the each other like we are in a race,

conforming to what we think the world wants,

being molded by the hands of others.

Laws telling us what we can be,

laws telling us what is free,

being restricted to what they want us to do

now your eyes are covered by the hands that molded you,

making it hard to see the real you.

Now you are trying to find the parts to the masterpiece called You.



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