a sullen figure walks along a dusty road,
his life was holy and he couldn't bear the load,
he left his people and simple life behind,
shouting his questions, looking for directions,
"what do I do now?"
now a confused schoolgirl stares at the T.V. tray,
everyone's looking for something,
and they assume somebody else knows what it is,
no one can live without the decisions of their own,
it seems so they look to someone else,
to tell them what to be,
tell'em what to wear,
tell'em how to act and think
and compel others compulsively
until the world is all like them
a righteous student came and asked me to reflect,