for Michael

As I walk in the forest I feel free
When I am on holiday I can dream
I want nothing to remind me of home
I want to get lost in my fantasies
Then I can survive in the other life
The life of responsibility and duty

I have made attempts at being different
But each time the system destroys me
This is the foundation of the system
It destroys anyone or anything which attempts to change it
It feeds itself on order and obedience
It has its own life at the expense of mine

Each day I am reminded of the power of the system
I am surrounded by order and perfection
Everything in its proper place
Clean, sterile and always according to the rule

And so we all stand obedient, at attention
Waiting for the electric light to tell us
We may cross the street