I was discouraged once
From being me
Entangled
Entrapped
In a meaningless life
Full of contradiction
To be or not to be
Is that the question?
Maybe the question is
Should I be me?
And in searching for the answer to this
Identities are lost
Dreams, of course
Become nightmares
And visionaries, of course
Become blind
For to see who you are
Is to be who you are
And to be who you are
Is to live a free life