Obey

Do as you’re told

That’s what we’re sold

From the moment we start to say no

They want to control us

From the cradle to the grave and

We don’t hesitate 

When we’re small and afraid

We trust them to know what is best

Trouble is 

They don’t know for sure

They’re all under control 

They can’t teach us anything else

But to obey and comply

Or you’ll possibly die

As if life were to end in the grave

The thing they fear most

is only a ghost

Of your limitless, infinite self

1 Comment

  1. Christopher Bland
    December 20, 2016

    👍👍👍👍

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