mind set free,
you know it should be. yet the
state controls you and you cannot see.
creativity. that's what you should be doin'.
all you truly have is yourself.
hatred in the streets, where
is that
at?
no more collectivism, individual emphasis.
right and wrong nonexistent, only your
beliefs. even the saint's own morals are corrupt-
they're not free.
i'll meditate like buddha, transcend my own.
life is a river im on a canoe,
life is about making use and action.
control your mind,
learn about yourself
(uncle sam says not too much! ! you might actually catch on)
the greatest sin-
to not reach into yourself and create your own.
the individual self, worth more than anything,
societies accepted behaviors cannot tame you.
let the beast of a human escape-
set your mind free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem