I feel i can’t do things at my own pace
There are so many rules i must follow without questioning
People tell me my path
Society tells me how to live
Politicians keep adding rules
Artists are imprisoned in this Utopia created by a logical man
We are born into this way of thinking
Accepting to be pawns
In a game played by people who live in a higher hierarchy
Am i human or am i living on another person’s reality?
Will my voice always be artificial?
Am i living or just stuck in a complex prison?
Can i even escape?
– just my notes