The Water Cycle

Round and round, this endless cycle of life

mapped out my fate, my freedom's a jive

The path is paved, well-trodden and bare

I do it blind, going through without care.

My fate is decided by something unknown

It's how I was born, and how I have grown

Deprived of my right to decide where I'd go

But there were some days, I wish I could blow.

Blow up and break free from these redundancies

I'm more than this cycle, please let it cease

Or I would cease to exist solely from loneliness

Because for what is this life, it I'm trapped in this?

I rise and I fall against my will

I rise and some days I wish to stay on the hill

I fall and somedays I wish I could lay on the ground

By my cycle's decided. It goes round and round.

I've never dared to say it out loud.

Never dared to stray from the given path

But something in me shouts for escape

I'm trapped in the loop, lost in the maze.

I want to carve my own fate

I want to rise and fall, set my own pace

For what is the sense of this beloved life if it's not mine to live,

nor mine to die for. What more can I give?