Strolling down Life Avenue
Searching for the slightest clue
For what my life's supposed to be
I see, it's not to be just me
He expects great things be done
When I just want to skip and run
She drives me to strive my best
When rest I wish, warm in my nest
They say "You should be employed"
But my mere hope's to read some Freud
Well, some may think I'm just a leech
But preach not now, I'm off to beach!
So hear me! all you manic fools
I am not clay, there are no tools
To mold me as a mindless drone
My bone is mine, this mind mine own