awake

To come from my lowest
I will rise to the top

To rise to the top
I have to make it at the bottom

To swim with the fish
I must learn to waddle like a duck

To do what I must
I must learn what not to do

There are rules, there are regulations
But who do they govern

How do we live like this
And expect to call it freedom

How do we live like this
And call ourselves free

We live an illusion called reality
Trapped in a box that doesn't exist

So how can we be free
When there is a veil covering our eyes

From my lowest I will rise to the top
From today, my eyes are closed, but I see

 16/01/15