Are we victims?
Who tell truths, who tell lies,
What are the laws we victimise?
All our days could reap reward,
If we lived not to be adored.
Is it not easy to whinge and whine,
Assume another controls our time?
Be the prophets of a brighter day,
One we’ll choose where we can say,
“I am that I am,
I am the master of my own fate.”
Perfect law of opposites attract,
Knowing we’ll reap from how we act.
Doing what, will be done to us,
No excuses here, because... because...
Take the reigns and be a man,
Elect the experiences if you can.
Don’t make others a place to hide,
For on good conduct you’re being tried.