Born into a long, long line
A link in the food chain
Someone tells me my life is mine
As long as I go with the grain
'To step out of line would not be fine
We're sorry, you just don't belong here'
-these are the first words
Said to me by the herds
When I started not to follow
-and it seems so damn absurd
The need not to be heard
And live life in your patterns
Proven hollow
It's by nature I don't walk in time
And by virtue I'm not one of the same
It's by reason that I hold this point of view
And by choice I won't play the game
'To stand in line would not be fine
I'm not sorry I don't belong here'
-these are the first words
Said by me to the herds
When I started not to follow
-and it seems so damn absurd
The need not to be heard
And live life in your patterns
Proven hollow Don't they see it's long past
the time to leave behind
Their resort to no thought
-no movement - no mind