Spectating My Life

It simply has to be this way
Is something I once heard them say
That’s just the way it has to be
Another often said to me

Don’t ask me why, it’s what I said
Embedded deeply in my head
And do it cause I told you to
Is a familiar line from you

Reprimand is what will be
Should I show curiosity
I must obey and question not
While others dictate what I ought

Haven’t I the right to know
Or must I always blindly go
Am I in charge of all my acts
Or are my wheels confined to tracks

Since everyone knows better still
I’m taught to never trust my will
Oh what a life, it’s all planned out
And they, my input did without

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