One Great Rule

You go to school to get the job

To pay the bills and still be robbed of

The one thing that matters most

Your soul becomes more like a ghost,

A figment of your crying, dying imagination.

And as the years grow, you get attached

To your safe little nest and the eggs you've hatched

And the world seems so much smaller now

All sense of adventure is fading out, because

You already know your destination.

But the thing you're bound to discover,

The one mystery I feel must be uncovered,

Cuts deeper than the sharpest of knives

'Cuz it shows that your truth is made up of lies,

A mirage made solely to hold you.

But right now, we can make a step

Towards something more then our next paycheck

And vow to follow one great rule,

One great motto, one great mantra or tool

Which is above all else, to ourselves be true.