Facing troubles with grace, we deny
Act or alibi, we prepare
Our nest for the ones to follow, we lay to rest
All doubt and criticism, we enjoy
Life as it should be lived, we fear
Intrusion upon our minds, we don’t let them
Affect our future, unlike some who plan with them
Entrenched in the world they become
Mere puppets pulled by strings
There isn’t a trade in the world
For freedom to exist by one’s own will.