Words of a Rebel

What is this noise
and what is this choice
that i'm expected to make.
Don't you get that its not
as important as is thought
and its all one big mistake?

Everywhere i turn,
i'm expected to learn
a better way to waste my time.
My life's too short
do whatever with yours
just try to stop wasting mine.

I know that you care
but i cant help but compare
the relative mess your life's always in.
All these hints and advice,
and the personal guides
they've never come across as convincing.

You'd like me to do
a million things for you
and then you say that its for my own good.
But i dont think you understand
or see the way things stand
if i wanted to help myself, i would.

I get that its hard
for you to discard
every notion of discipline you've been taught.
But is it easier to spend
your whole life trying to mend
the regrets that your disciplines have brought?

Let me be, let me live
let me try to rebuild
a semblance of the life that i want.
Or else the chain will go on
another generation gone;
and a lifetime of dreams that only haunt.