Volition
Everyday there's a new lesson;
And you're still trying to impress 'em.
So busy worshippin' that institution;
Got no need for a constitution.
Them fake titles got you believin';
Blinded by all the deceivin'.
Your reflection makes for good competition;
Glarin' at your team with such suspicion.
Your wisdom is written on paper;
Impossible there's something greater.
So in love with the condition;
That you sold out your volition.
The dazzling tricks are surely tragic;
The real thing ain't really magic.
But what the hell, it's entertaining;
Hypnotized and not complaining.
Should have never built that tower;
Behold the confusion and the power.
Think you can reach the top if you climb it;
I assure you that's not how you'll find it.
It's really not that far away;
And the farther you travel the more you'll stay.
Not above or below, it's in the middle;
Give it some thought and solve the riddle.