It seems as if everyone else has a book
Where they are neatly told
How and when and why and where
And what
I missed the day when that book was given out
I wish I could say that I didn't
Really care
That if I had that book
I'd rip and tear
Each page into pieces
And let them fly away
But I would have read it first
So I could at least know what rules I was breaking
Every day it feels as if I am in a game
That everyone else has been playing
For years and years
And while I've been playing the same game
The rules are always changing and I am eternally
It
And whenever I try to pass the torch
It's changed and the torch is mine
No one else has to freeze or jump or dance
Or fly through hoops
Ringed with fire
And when I've screamed out that it wasn't
Fair, the worst thing of all
Is when they say to me
But you've known the rules all along
I guess that's it
And that's the way it will
Forever be.
