They tell you when you're very young: 

"Be who you wish to be."

You watch them as your future's hung

On every wall you see.  

 

"Your future is important, child; 

Don't let it go to waste."

"Don't think about the dreams so wild, 

"You'll never get a taste."

 

You're future's set without consent,

You're shoved into the fray.  

The angry days will not relent, 

Your thoughts begin to stray.

 

What happened to the 'what could be's?

What happened to the dreams?

Were those only mere fantasies?

Is nothing as it seems?

 

Those doors were closed throughout your life,

They threw away the keys. 

Bright futures on the other side,

But there's no hope it seems.

 

They tell you when you're very young:

"Be who you wish to be."

You watch them as your future's hung 

On every wall you see.