I wonder what love has in store for me...
Is it to be a slave or to be eternally free?
I immerse myself in a sea of thought,
As I flail and fight from within this cage, I'm caught.
I wonder when I became so pathetic,
Forced and forged by man to be made synthetic
Yet I refuse to let myself willingly yield,
I fight to protect what I want like a breaking shield
I wonder when my life became so wry,
So sad and painful it made me cry
Is it so bad to want something for myself?
Am I seen no better than a dusted book on a shelf?
I am adamant that I must become who I want to be
I refuse to hide my eyes behind a blindfold unable to see
I wish to fly high like an eagle with no one looking down on me
I shall be who I want because at the end of the day I am the one with the key...