When they turn left, I turn right
When they stop, I choose to go on
When they run, I’m taking a walk by the beach
When they grew wiser with age, I was probably born
They build walls to tell me what’s theirs from mine
I traverse the world as if it were my own
Theirs is to lead their armies into battle
Mine is to struggle alone
They like to teach their children
to do what is right
I want to teach mine to scream
When reality dawns upon us all
I live as if in a dream
I’m the misfit who spoils their game plan
They lead me back and try to teach me the rules
In a world of ambitious intellect
My rebellion makes me no more than a fool
Struggling to keep up with the dictated rhythms of life,
I still remain
The faltering pendulum.
