Feeling like a renegade
Lost in the new age
Pounding out the discourse
Of which I’ve lost a page

Voices change the idols name
Dare I say it’s not the same
To some it seems just a game
But who will come decide

And the merry-go round
Keeps spinning faster
Throwing off the occupants
Who want to make the grade

And the man I want to be
And the child I still see
Cannot come to terms
Of who I should be

And so I wander in this world
With my heart here unfurled
Looking for a place
A place to call my home

And the arguments I hear
Ringing in my ears
Tell me there’s no choice
It’s already been made

So a man of simple means
Who can’t find his dreams
Must wander the desert
An unknown set of years

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