Some folks say you have it made,
If you’ve got a lot of money,
And a pretty face.
But I think they’re mistaken,
Vanity wasn’t formed from fetation.
At the end of the day,
All you’ve got is who you are –
The inner spirit that braves the storm
When every fibre of your being tries to conform
To the implicit standards of those scorned.
The pervasive conditions that weigh upon your soul,
Form addictions beyond your own conscious control.
The world can feel cold when the ego takes hold –
Just remember the system doesn’t pay out for anyone;
You aren’t the only pawn it preys on.
The one who controls your thoughts,
Controls how you respond to what you’re given, and what you’ve got,
Even when it’s not what you’ve been told you want so desperately.
Without a mind of your own, you have no sovereignty
Over your own able body.
Now where are you going, and where have you been?
The truth can set you free.
Be your own being or prepare to change the meaning,
Of what it means to be;
What it means to have sovereignty.