The amputated wings of discretion

why must i do, what i am supposed to,

why, my master lays the rules.

why one and one makes two, i wonder,

are my mates wise men?, or are they ignorant fools?

the fellow sheep scorn at me,

a discordant outlaw, they lambast.

dont gaze at the other side of the river,

this is the line, we mustn't get past.

are we prisoners of mere logic,

are dreams never meant to be true?

why've we stopped listening to hearts,

why're we giving our minds such due?

bury your temptations, all for your good,

with glory he'll respond.

so much for a halcyon tomorrow,

my first steps seem beyond.......

my first steps seem beyond.......