I’m sick of doing things that
I don’t want to do!
While the flowers bloom outside,
We are chained to desks
with invisible links.

I’m my own warden,
and it’s the same story every day,
Study for good grades,
Good grades for a good job,
A good job for good money,
Good money for a good life.

Well what if I don’t want to
study anymore??
Can’t I still have a good life?
I want to live off of helping,
Not earning for myself,
Hoarding my money
like some greedy dragon.

I want to feel like every
Single
Day,
I am worth the air I breathe.
I want to go to bed every
Single
Night,
knowing that I’ve made a difference.

I want to make more than ripples.
I want to leave something more
than footprints in the sand.

How can things ever change?
Somehow, I feel that I won’t
get that chance.

Study for good grades,
good grades for a good job,
a good job for good money,
good money for a good life.

I want to believe that
someday, I’ll be
Free.