you say that i'm free
well explain these chains
you say that i'm me
yet insist that i change
what am i doing here?
i cant find my direction
a crooked compass rose
cant provide revelation
these trails are overgrown
and this map out dated
lost myself among mother nature
because life is over-rated
they say wisdom comes with age
what they meant to say was pain
my sing song spirit breaks
with no melody to carry
the curved branches of this tree
speak more to me than society
and if the truth is God made me
then maybe my roots just arent deep
i guess its just my luck
unlike these tree's i'm not stuck
my soil must have been soft
or my seed wasnt planted deep enough