i reject all of your guidelines
i reject your shoulds, your construction, your guilt,
i reject all of the issues that made me really feel like I wasn’t ‘doing life proper’.
my freedom got here once I realized that success will not be what i assumed it was.
status is hole.
success isn’t reward or fame,
it’s peace and house and pleasure.
so i reject all of your guidelines.
i reject all of your steps to happiness.
i reject your shoulds, your faux smiles, your martyrdom,
i reject the rat race.
i reject all of it.
i’ve depleted myself for too lengthy.
and i can’t play your sport anymore.
