I don’t have a voice, I’m barely given a choice.
You have freedom they say.
Just make sure you don’t find yourself withering away.
You can control something small, and if you’re lucky,
You can build it up to something tall.
You have to climb over corpses to reach the top.
Your control can falter, you’re face can even be altered if you let it.
You’re never the same after you’ve taken that big step.
That peak into success.
You’ll have something to lose.
Losing, it’s just a common known word.
Absurd as it is, you can never live without being lived under someone else.
Your boss, wife, husband, lover, father, mother,
There’s always someone waiting to take leadership over your body.
Dress it up in pretty, little, outfits.
You may not be at the bottom of the food chain, but you’re hooked onto someone‘s chain.
Take orders, stand up straight.
Dictator keeps you in shape.
How do you think Hitler got his start?
Graveling under someone else.
It could be luck of the draw, the reason why you are so small.
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