I am so done.
This way of life is too pre-determined
It holds me to this track on which the expected way of life travels
I resist by jumping from the train cars
Smash landing into my own free will
Light and easy I frolic in my alternative existence.
But that train catches up with me, throws me back on, slapping an itinerary in hand
Temporarily stripped of my individuality and free-roaming thoughts,
I am bound for a course of destruction.
My spirit will not allow it.
I will play the game for you, but in this case I will cheat.
Parts of my star-like quality will leak out, spreading their infectious flashes of seemingly frivolous
Connections to something deeper, something more alive.
So I am done.
I will ride the train of rules but only when necessary.
I will dodge the well worn paths,
And take hidden trails,
slashing my way through a jungle less explored.
I'm not irresponsible,
I am accountable.
Accountable for keeping it real.
Fuck corporate culture.
I can do it myself!