Tight – the walls are closin’ in all around me
Like a cruel dream
White and grey and black and auburn
A maze of sharp turns
A wild array

Sky – I see a bit of it looking straight up
Got to rise up
Bright and blue, a square of sunshine
A slice of good life
So far away

Who says that I can’t reach that square of sky
That I can’t rise up

To the sky
Rise up high
Autonomy
Is almost within my reach

Rise up high
Grab my sky
My true integrity
Break the maze of the game we

Play – there’s nothin’ I can do but to play now
Must engage now
Play – and win, the only way out
The plot must play out
Until the end

Games – society’s always changing
The rules and regulations
Games – are we not all engaged in
Some play we’re staging
With rivals and friends?

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