I am told not to write, not to think anything but the life.
I am told to kill my thoughts, not to be creative.
I am told to be a machine, not to have a heart.
I am told not to be the person I am.
I am told to put boundaries around my mind.
I am told to stop, not to march forward.
I am told to know little, not to explore the unknown.
I am told to talk much about people, not be productive.
I am told to hold my horses, not to be a winner.
I am told to stay put in one place only, not to see nothing through!
I am told not to do the things I love, am told to wrap my arms around nothingness!
I laughed and laughed, laughed so hard that I fell on the floor.
I am who I am and who I will remain.
If I had to listen to the world, if I had to do the things I was or am told, who would I be? Who would I become?
Life’s harsh, harsher than the reality. But, I am the harshest!
Who knows the rules, can also bend them.
I am a chainsaw, I cut through the tyranny.
For a moment, I might be stopped, though I will keep going and become who I wanna be!
