It just won’t work, it can’t be done, you’re nothing special, you’re just no one
There’re no new tricks for you old dog, fate has its plan, you’re just a cog,
Don’t let your dreams enter your goals, you’ll just be one of those lost souls
Just fit in, keep your head down, we’ll give you your job, life and town
Just ‘cos you think you don’t deserve to follow instructions what a nerve
You dress too weird, you think too much, your music’s loud, you’re out of touch
No good will ever come of it, conform, obey, behave, fit!
To all of those who aim for the sky
Losers that win, lemmings that fly
When people insist that it will not last
Many have said that in the past
But people flew, and ideas grew
Don’t doubt the power that’s inside you
Flying Lemming
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-all-the-flying-lemmings/
