freedom


My house is home for anyone but me
My dreams are made up of the people I see
Will I find the gleaming daylight?
Or succumb to the darkness of the night?

The world is your oyster, they say
The world has been conquered, I say
What do I do with the time I have left?
What do I do with the space that I've wasted?

Can you tell me
What I should do with myself
When all that is left has been used
When all that is right is now wrong

Who am I supposed to be if I've already been everything they want me to be?

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