Am I?
Should I be?
Please explain
My future to me.
I don't understand
The ways of the world.
I must be told why
To reach for the sky.
If a "heaven" is beckoning
Why can't I see a sign?
If in something we're
Supposed to trust
Does that mean
Those who don't
Are forced? They must?
I don't see why people
Must be pressured
Into what they do not choose
Rather than be free
To defy the rules
And, if it works for them,
Sing their sorry blues.
Why must others
Make what I believe a sham
Not just allow me to
Find out and become
What I naturally am?

Written in 2001.