(Listening to: Pink Floyd - Marooned) A Mid-20s Male, a period that feels horribly stale A Fun Spontaneous Edge gradually grazing away, Seriousness, looks like its Checked in good, to Stay A Child within, A Heart pounding to run free Self-set protocols jail him, a prisoner deep and carefree. A Melody here and a Rhythm there, He feels is the Key to get the walls to tear. Job, a move to make money Calling it that when its your love is plain funny. I'd work all night long, but dictated by the Gandhis or Benjamins? Please, Just not that. Commitment, a Word that feels like a Leash Society, Mom, Dad, Family, Girlfriend, I say, Go Fish A Norm I refuse, I'm a man who would gladly walk into a Storm But just not that. A Path is Chosen, An Instrument of Promise gets Tuned Universally Noble, Joy, Peace & Harmony is its Sound. A Composition of Beats, Notes and a Divine Soul Its a Religion.No Rules, No Priests, No Wars Just a Conscience, Yours. This is the force that drives this Life, I ...
I'm Not a Prisoner, I'm a Free man. Don't care where the past was, I know where I'm going.