the path

[jnooangelaoogl]

Do you know where you’re going?
I sure as hell don’t
But I go anyways. Why?

Why, because I must
Because they expect me
To do so, in order to be accepted

There’s talk of the dream
The three-piece suit and high-rise apartment
Father always said to better yourself

So, do you feel the same way?
As though we are just herded cattle?
From the barn to the open field

Either way we’re still under their watchful eyes
In the end somehow we succeed
Well, some of us at least