I cannot forget that I am free
But it gets confusing when the things
Around me try to confine me
To a certain way of thinking about reality
Something derived from somewhere else
Something outside of my peaceful self
And I escape it as often as I can
But often I cannot tell when I am
Trapped inside something unimaginative
Wondering why it's so hard to be creative
I psych myself out by thinking that I need
To follow something that isn't me
And what isn't me
Can't know what I would think
So why would that be
At all the right thing?
And it's hard to tell
Because it's arbitrary
The things to believe
About what's ordinary
When all of it is true
And all of it is false
I drop beliefs
That construct walls
I'm shown the limit
Refuse to sit in it
When I can be
The one to create it
I make the beauty
And try to remember it
When something happens
That takes me out of it
I deny the reaction
That doesn't need to exist
I remember the passion
And illuminate myself with it
I cannot forget that I am free
But it gets confusing
I cannot forget that I am free
But it gets confusing
I make the beauty
And try to remember it
When something happens
That takes me out of it
I deny the reaction
That doesn't need to exist
I remember the passion
And illuminate myself with it
I cannot forget that I am free
Free