Freedom?

You think you're free but how can the be? 

When our lives are constrained by the powers that be

Going to work, pretending to be happy when you're not

Saving for retirement but life starts at year dot

Every day pretending to be someone else, I'm not me

I don't conform to fomulas but find it easy to get along

I don't believe in God but I know right from wrong

I believe in the wise words of Timothy Leary

The power should be with the seed bearers like you and me

Instead it's with the old shrivelled vultures staring down from the top of the money tree

I appear from the outside to be normal just to get along

Might as well take another 'Hit From The Bong'

Drug tests in order for employment 

Consciousness is precious, how I chose to alter mine is no one's business

They say it's a free world but how can that be?

Employers would give me a wide birth if they knew the real me

The thoughts in my head are my most personal possession 

Not being yourself can lead to depression

In the so called free world there's so much baise and oppression 

Life is for living, and each day precious

Make the most of each one

If judgement day's tomorrow at least I know I've had my fun

Seek out others like yourself, there's always someone

Quality is more important than quantity. It's not a competition to see how long you can last

Live each day to the full and in the moment

Don't dwell on the past