My eyes are rheumy
My heart’s gloomy
Everything poses a question
Why do they tell you what’s best for you
And box your wants in a prison.
“What do you hope?”
“Let go of the rope.”
“Get out, find your passion!”
“You won’t know until you go.”
But there is always a condition.
“Do what is right”
“Come back on time.”
“Get your grades in order!”
There are no answers that they might have
There is only confusion.
Hum in the Head 