I'm going to branch off
I'm turned off
By unrealistic imposition overload
I'll add to my list
Get out of the game and reach out
To better be off this road
Which leads nowhere
To question ourselves, to reanalyze
The very substance
Which swallows us up as if by ethics
They put you to sleep and dictate to you
To embark, to sink in with both feet
Prisoner of effort
In a race that serves no purpose