"You can do so much better than this!
Get a grip on yourself!"
Stop! leave me in simulated bliss
Stop telling me I can be myself,
don't challenge me!
I hate the motto I've chosen for myself.
I've now forced myself to see
that I'm not through
I can do nothing but agree
I want to spend my days in the dew,
run through a field
But oh! there's so much to do!
I have no choice but to yield.
I must act
there is so much to be healed!