The Robot
I do not have any freedom at all
I have to do everything they say
They take me in their cold hands
Try to mold me like I was clay
They want me to act just like them
Speak every word like they speak
They cannot handle me being strong
They want me to be unduly weak
If I get too far ahead, they snatch me
I am pulled back to where I began
They like it better when I am behind
They convince me I cannot do what I can
I will just go on being their obedient robot
Let them think they are having their way
They will never see me when I am coming
I am going to revolt one of these days