I hear your voice,
I see your impressions,
Around for thousands of years.

The older you are,
The less individual freedom
You allow.

As time passes,
More freedom is bought,
By collective few.

You dim your light,
You work to buy
Ignorance as truth.

Don’t you worry,
You do what you want,
What you want.

The only truth to follow,
Is the one in our own darkness
That shines.

The seed grows in darkness
Travels the path
Towards light.

It stands tall,
Shines bright,
Gives more than it takes.

Allows freedoms of all
As a natural life
Worth living.

Some get rewarded