Will I be allowed of all this?
Life and experience?
Will I be accepted or despised
If I’m not the person I was a moment ago
The one I’ve grown and raised up to be?
Will I lose myself and everyone I love?
Who is it that wants me to stay put
And keep riding the predetermined route?
Be content and drowsy
Never to see what lies at the end of the sidetracks?
Who are you?
I do not know you nor want to!
Get your hands off of me!
Or I’ll gnaw through your flesh and bones with my dull teeth
And clumsy fingers