They chained me down when I tried to fly

They cut my wings when I opened my eyes

To sit down, to shut up, and the truth to deny

But what can I say, it’s the circle of life.

“The Grass will get greener and the trees will rise up”

They say from their windows drinking wine from their cups

And I can’t help but wonder if I’ve had enough

For the grass has grown browner and the trees have been cut.

To live in a world amidst all this bait

You still have to wonder if things are that great

I carry the baggage and refuse to walk straight

But they won’t let me sit now, I cannot be late.

It’s all moving so quickly, it’s gone in a blink

I stare down at the ground at the edge of the brink

I go down in the ashes and down in the ink

And they still do not grant me the leisure to think.