Does he really not see the overreach
That he seems to be here to teach
As he tries to control
And make me fall into a role
He never listens
And the teardrops glisten
From more eyes than mine
Just because the Light Sublime
Won’t bend to his will 
And he may have some skill
In moulding metal into a shape
But I will make my escape
Out the back door
You can’t call me yours anymore
Or ever again in the future
And the suture
Never healed the wound 
And sometimes I wonder if we’re all doomed
To die a death on the sand 
Just because no one can understand
Do I set a boundary line
And create a place you can’t design 
Into your map of what’s known 
I was once but now I’m grown