It would be nice to pick and choose what I get involved in
Other people appear to have choice
They reach their ends by making friends then take away your voice.
At any time the soul, not mine, pops up to say life is wrong
I don’t see the justification
They flew away to just one day come back to take your station.
Of this feeling I am reeling I am not a submissive human
I don’t understand your being
Do you think for a minor stint you have been living in a dream?
My reality and my fealty no longer reside where you think
Keep a reasonable space
I have been open and somewhat a token…
…make sure you remember your place.