(from a child’s point of view)
Exactly what is a “good kid”?
Does he do everything you say?
Would she rather do her homework than go outside and play?
Does he obediently go to bed at the same time every day?
Will she follow instruction always--never to discover her own way?
‘Cause I’m thinking that defiance ain’t all that horrific,
The reason for my rebellion is really, fully scientific.
How can my path be discovered when the one ahead is riddled,
With your footsteps—and you’d like my foot’s imprints in the middle.
Never straying too far left or right, always shuffling ahead,
With my eyes fixed on “progression”, a route which is said.
To bring stability, prosperity, as long as my fidelity
Aligns with the rationale of this ridiculous un-finity
But I crave more than security, than a life full of prediction,
An existence free of worry, sadness or infliction.
Living with an open heart, embracing what is here,
Is how I choose to find my path--to see past want and fear.
You won’t find me planning life around gaining wages,
I follow my spirit’s guidance, applauding all my stages.
Never pushing too far ahead or peering too far back,
Is the method that I use to keep myself on track.
I’m not a good kid, but I wouldn’t call myself appalling,
I’m just searching for new ways to fulfill my life’s calling.
So before you scoff or cheer, judging my behavior as worthy or unsound,
Recall the child’s journey of steering spirit on the ground.
Lend me a helping hand to discover my own being,
And I will show you that all life needs is some believing.
Thanks for reading. Love you guys,