Life

Stuck in rigmarole,
I feel my lifes on parole.

Cant do what I want to do.
Have to answer to someone wherever I Go,

The rules, the laws, the responsibilities.
Some times I feel they shrink my abilities,

You feel the want to live your life,
But then these fights and all the strife.

Kills you in every second,
makes you feel lifes just an errand.


Before you know it gets you through half way.
And then you wish ; 

you knew it would turn out this way.