(Early Poems continued…)
45. WHO AM I
(Written in England on my bicycle trip)
Who am I (who am I)
Just an ordinary guy
Trying to get by
Never asking why
Or where I’m going
Who am I (who am I)
Who am I (who am I)
I pour myself into a mold
I do everything that I am told
My life is bought
My life is sold
Who am I (who am I)
Who am I (who am I)
Trying to be a success
Living life just like the rest
Letting them choose what is best
Settle for something less
Who am I (who am I)
Who am I (who am I)
Am I really the same
Don’t I have my own name
Why should I play their game
I can find my own fame
Who am I (who am I)
Who am I
I’m different
Who am I
I’m alive
I now know why
I’m living
No longer trying
Just to get by
Who am I
I am myself
I am alive
I am free
Free to be me
Who am I
Who are you
Just another numbered man
Living in the land
Working with your hands
Don’t you understand
Who are you
Who are you
You do everything they tell you to do
You live your life like they want you to do
You never ask for something new
They have got control of you
Who are you
Who are you
Don’t you ever realize
Don’t you ever criticize
You live your life hypnotized
There is no life in your eyes
Who are you
Who are you
Can’t you feel the pain
Can’t you feel the drain
Can’t you feel the strain
Have you gone insane
Or don’t you know
Who are you
Who are you
Are you under their control
Who are you
They have paid for your soul
Who are you
Can you tell me
Who are you
Do you really know
Who are you
Have you ever known
Who are you
Are you all alone
Who are you
Who are we
Trapped by our society
Never knowing what it is to be free
No control over our destiny
Our lives programmed like they want them to be
Who are we
Who are we
Numbers in a computer brain
Our minds controlled we’re all the same
We’re all alike we’ve all been trained
Everyone has gone insane
Who are we
Who are we
Do you want to live your lives like sheep
Do you want to be programmed in your sleep
Sell your soul and be incomplete
Give away your brain for them to keep
Who are we
Who are we
We can break away
We’ve got to start today
There’s no time to delay
I will show you the way
To breakaway
Who are we
Who are we
We are living together
Who are we
We are all alive
Who are we
We are a society
Who are we
We can break away and be free
Who are we
We are all together
Who are we
You and me
Who are we
Look at me
Look around me
What do you see
Look at me
Open your eyes
To the world around you
What do you see
Look at me
Go out in the streets
Take a walk around you
Open your eyes
What do you see
Look at me
Do you see the world around you
Can you feel the life around you
Can you reach out around you
Open your eyes
Look at me
Look at life around you
Look at those around you
Can’t you see the pain
Look in their eyes
Open their eyes
Look at me
Look around you
What do you see
Look at me
Follow me
We have to fly
Follow me
Don’t ask me why
Follow me
I know the way
Follow me
We have to get away
Follow me
We must set them free
We must lead the way
Set out in the world
I will show you the way
46. DOING FINE
(Written in England on my bicycle trip)
We’re all right
Doing fine
Just working
A little overtime
We’re all right
On our way
Getting closer
Day by day
We’re just a rock & roll band
Living day to day
Getting by
With the music we play
47. SUCCESS
(Written in England on my bicycle trip)
Success
But do you think it’s best
A family man
Wife
Two kids
A three piece suit
Two car garage
Do you call this success
Where do your priorities lie
Working
Nine to five
With a two hour drive
Fighting traffic
To come home alive
48. WHO ARE WE
(Written in England on my bicycle trip)
Who are we
What do we see
Who can we be
You and me
You and me
We’re together
We can see the world through different eyes
We can see through its disguise
Sometimes we need to criticize
Who are we
You and me
49. DREAMS
(Written in England on my bicycle trip)
Dreams
Of men
Schemes
That carry
Them away
Dreaming of a new day
Thinking of a better way
But never
Seem to come to play
In their lives
They’re dreaming of their fortune
They’re scheming for a way
To get on their feet
To have their neighbor beat
To avoid defeat
But they never seem to find
Their precious gold mine
That they spend their time
Dreaming for
