Nebula Dreams

I always kinda knew

That they weren’t like me

Waiting my whole life to meet people

Who think similarly to me

And I been roaming around

Looking around at the things I see

And there are so many things that need to be done

So I can be the free me

Everyone’s an individual

Well at least they pretend to be

But you ain’t if you’re following everyone else

And you AIN’T if you’re a white sheep

Why are you afraid to be the black one

Or the pink one, or the green?

Why are you so afraid of being heard

But are happy just to be seen?

What is it about the world

That forces you all to believe

That you’re not allowed a voice

And you’re not allowed to be free?

Being free ain’t that easy I know

There’s bars

This is a prison

But don’t just happily sit there

Fight for your rights, your personality, your expression

Fight the way you’d want your kids to fight

If they were here right now

But isn’t this battle because you don’t want their struggle...

You need to fight somehow

The world is a prison

 Society is a prison within a prison

And the last prison within that is the body

But at least the last one we know we will escape

When he comes all dressed in black

It’s freeing us from the others of which

there’s a hunger which we lack

I’ll be there in my Nebula

Watching you from above

Building my treehouse of life -

In death

Until it all explodes

I wonder if this is really it

Us being here and then dying

I have a feeling about a feeling

But I think I may be lying

Not to you lol

A little bit to myself

But I’m not afraid of playing this game

Wish there were more Kings & Queens by my side though

But you know what

Right now

I know that I could use somebody

Use somebody like you.