Dusty is the mind that dwells in the past.
Digs up the bones and makes a cast
Crusty is the soul that throws the rock
Shouts down freedom from across the block
They slam down the gavel to govern your thought
Wrapped in a shroud that someone else bought
They bred you to believe in only their way
Because God forbid you start to stray
We left long ago to find our own path
Made some mistakes without taking a bath
Heard what we wanted and pondered the rest
Choices were made to determine the best
Wore many shoes but not forgotten
Some enlightened but others were rotten
Insert your intolerance not in my mind
Your biased opinions that make you go blind
So I remain myself and not swayed by the rants
Or march to the drone like an army of ants
But breathe the clean air of the will of the way
And treat a fresh start just like a new day
