How long more are we going to cry
For the world to balance up
Like an empty seesaw on standstill
Shhh, no one moves
For people to be this, but also that
Never mind it contradicts
Never mind that we are all the same—
Balls of wool herd to either sides of fence
How long more will we fall
And blame the ground for the bruise
Accuse the crowd of pushing;
Our parents, for giving us feeble legs
We can circle the game of victimisation
Spend eternal inspecting the manual
Or, take some god damn responsibility
and we start living.