I refuse to blindly follow them all.
In doing what they all do.
Even if they tell me that’s what I must do,
Because that’s what they all do,
Because that’s all they ever saw,
And that’s what they must live up to.
They say the only way to survive,
Is doing what they all do.
But I know that I must follow
My own dreams, my own thoughts,
What is the point anyways,
of a life like the Barbie dolls?
They say the forest must be crossed
By going where they all go
The same old road they all strode?
No, that isn’t why I exist.
I ought to tread my own path,
Make a difference, in the least.
