fatigue

Who makes the rules about life?
And whycome none of these rules give people the freedom
for their hearts to sing lyrics and ballads?
Instead we are robots
to the rules
and definitions
this is terribly disconcerting to me
especially tonight, for some reason.
Tonight...on this eve of tomorrow.
And what is tomorrow, but another day
another opportunity for singing
but yet I am fearful
fearful that it is none of this
it is only another awakening,
another fulfillment of rules,
another rising and falling of the sun
and with it my soul,
it is only tomorrow
another abiding of definition
and I fear
I will ne'er sing
or laugh
or dance
only when I am told to do so.