They Tell Me

they tell me, i am too young.

i can't be leading a revolution, i can't even hold a gun.

and what can i say?

i nod my head and turn away.

they tell me, i have to learn,

the ways of the world, how money makes the world go round.

and i have not dreamt of anything else, why should i?

dreams are only for fun.

they tell me, its all for my own good.

a thousand many reasons, all respectfully spoken like they should.

when i grow up i will become a doctor,

yes mom, yes.

they tell me, i must be safe.

i cannot let them get to my head.

and so i stay away from those evils,

wrapped up in these pale sheets.

they tell me, i will eventually grow up.

my future is so bright, 1 + 1 = right.

just keep following the light,

these blinkers are my guide.

they tell me, don't believe the hype.

foolish people join the circus so they can

hop around and scream all night.

yes, i think this table suits me much better.

they tell me, i am still young.

so i will not get my hopes up,

i know its best not to have any fun.

i have no roots, i have no leaves,

all these cotton buds numb out the sun.

slowly i must grow, under the watchful sky.

i wonder...... oh wait, i cant.