Yes, they say that love is a natural feeling
That being born and crying and feeling hungry is part of the process
That we should be studying, and working, and forming a family
And search for the meaning of life through Jesus Christ the lord and saviour
Or through Buddha, the wise wanderer
Or through Mohamed, the great prophet
I just can’t stand to be those about all of this
I just can’t stand to follow their rules
I’m sick and tired of do’s that and do’s these
I’m sick and tired of not being me
Am who I am, but a product of their own meaning?
If even my rage is built at their factories
By starving working men with crying kids to feed.
I do believe in freedom, you better believe me
But where should I go to find it?
Are we all doomed by eternity
Or the stars are really the dust of what we used to be?
I have no idea and don’t think I’ll ever have
Let’s keep it up thinking, and doing, and questioning
Someday we might come with an answer.
So far we have our minds, and hearts, and freedom
It’s enough for the start
But not enough to the end
And I’m not going to wait for it
Quietly.