Conventionally
Work is pleasant and rewarding
Conform early, learn the basics
Demonstrate accordingly
But more and more it seems
We've learned a yearning in our core
To be free in essence
To be let loose from the hoard
We are not so sure
Of our purpose anymore
Or the meaning of being
Who we are, and what for
It’s no mystery
Cultures of drugs and promiscuity
Is consistently habitual
By so many in mutiny
Wanting to be something different
A gem, a rarity
Disease of our society
We feed souls of scarcity.
To Be Frank: 