In the beginning I had a smooth road.
Years of straight coasting before it got ugly.
But I’d be ready said my professors.
Who drove their Pintos to work from apartments.
Somehow they made us think they were prophets.
Found they professed what they couldn’t offer.
Let’s just face it. We don’t have freedom.
You started with dreams and never achieved them.
I heard everything that you said.
You only wanted to help me.
You thought I could just do what you did
A little bit better and be a king.
I found a system. I found some partners.
I found a purpose, but I got hectored.
Got judged by you and told to be real.
Told to be fearful. Told not to feel.
I weighed your options. I could do nothing.
I could say nothing. I could be nothing.
I could live safely. I knew how to do that.
I didn’t want comfort. I wanted respect.
I looked at you and I got confused.
I was not used to being doubted by you.
You said they’d take all that I had.
And tease me with their own fortune.
You were right, though. They wanted something.
They wanted my life. Wanted to change it.
You said I was fine. Said I was average.
That’s when I knew I’d ended my marriage
To a vacant life, filled with bad reasons
Why I could not rise to become a person
Who knew his own worth, instead of his boss’s.
Who is not afraid to carry his crosses.
They’ve taken everything I had.
They’ve robbed me blind and left me dead
From everything I could settle for
And they’ve given me hope for so much more.