A brief tale of the cost of mainstreaming |
I look around me and what do I see? A world not of my choosing, where then is me? Now lost in time, how could this be? Suddenly shackled by choices, no longer set free. So many times past I pondered a fate Camping alone with my thoughts, outside of life's gate Dreading to enter, suspicions that I would hate The paths that all follow, why I entered so late Focused with passions that once were just mine I advanced on the path, I did very fine Frequently coming up to, but never crossing the line Society's feast laid before me, often did I dine Then once I did stop to ponder it all I realize I left my soul sealed behind a wall Now silently I cry out, an incessant call For help to end this life threatening fall A body can live, without soul, without heart Can function quite well actually, with those things apart Lies told to self, life to children to impart Promises one day, that again will I start To find a life of my choice, to seek out the sun To look to myself, for the reasons to run Natures can replentish a soul, a new life begun The choices made for me, for others now none The calendar, and mirror, now tell the tale I've lost too many years, on my dreams will I fail Moored at the dock, a soul never to sail Why with deafening silence, I silently wail |