I am routine, I am a chain with no missing links bound tightly 

with the unclenching, rock hard, iron fist of society. 

I am a drop of water in an ocean that is forced by the wind who wants to follow the moon

I am pushed, I am pulled by my non linear life all I want is to be freed soon 

I am walking, I am running, I am fighting with the chain

That binds us all together just to keep the world "sane"

But it's hurting me, it's cutting me with its razor like 

And I can't tell who's blood is it is that's dripping off the ledges

That we lead ourselves closer to with every push that we make

Just to free ourselves of the groupthink that we hate

And I see the edge, I see the cliff, I am close enough to jump

So with a final breath, one last push I do it- I've jumped

Out of an ocean, into a pond I see clear I see bright

As I wash off the blood and clean my hands, I swim towards the orb of light

It has been many days, it has been many nights since that red soaked afternoon 

Now I am drop of water, a missing link, I have been freed and I live on the moon