Escape

 

Expectations stifle the liberation,

Pressures of fitting in, falling in line;

My desires subjugated – they are no more mine

Just another follower of the herd nation!

 

You kill my dreams, my burning fires,

Off the road of unknown, meaningless smiles

I trudge – on the beaten track, I count the miles

You torture me, perfectionist sires!

 

Wild flights of the throbbing mind,

They know not the world’s rules;

Mighty, sombre angels hate the mild, sprightly fools

They cast their spell – the perfect, geometric kind!

 

Why cannot I wander free, have no sensible reason?

Why am I slave to the logical Darwinist?

I wish to dream, for I wish to live – not exist!

Mea culpa! Dear Orderly World, I am guilty of treason!!