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.