
Controlled
Jul 21, 2017 · 1 min read
Take a little rest
From trying to be the best
From being a dummy to the strings
And being a slave to the things
That have owned you
Telling you what to do
To live the life that society dictates
To be a part of the perfection that it creates
Putting a lid to your head
Keeping the words you wish you said
Shutting your mouth, muting your voice
Leaving you with no choice
But to be one of the sheep in the herd
Instead of being free like a bird
Soaring high above the waves
Away from all the hurts and pain.

