As I struggle with the unfamiliar shapes

Of the life they wanted me to lead

I'm drawing blank as to what to do

I can't make use of that which I don't need

As I struggle to play the wanted role

Give the illusion I'm not so far removed

I find it harder now to find the truth

That the way I'm is not the way I'm viewed

I don't strive to be approved

Or sway to a way which I'm not so moved

I can't live under well kept roofs

That shelter a life to which I'm not so moved

Economic ability -

Buy and sell me a thousand times

Careers until senility -

Make good use of your lives

Denying reality -

People starve, kill, and die

Pretending stability -

Perpetuate another lie

No responsibility -

'The problems of the world aren't mine'