Freedom Dies

Freedom to eat
Freedom to shop at will
Freedom to yell what you want
Freedom to walk down the street
Freedom to collect what you want
Freedom to mock freedom
Freedom of will.

How we hold these dear
How they blind us with fear
Of losing such freedom of will
We have forgotten our original freedom.
Freedom to become ourselves.

We will trade self discovery for cash
The cold hard kind
That hollows our soul

Modern self discovery
Is finding what clothes look good
Strapped to our fake bodies
Or what color pallet our face paint should be.
Finding oneself is as easy and looking in a mirror
Not too much thought just a sensory recollection

The easy way out
Be what you own
Success is how little you can know yourself
And how much you can buy.

Freedom to choose
Not to be yourself.