pigeonhole
Love and peace in your work, and they ask where’s the rage?
They say start a new chapter, but then they tear the page.
They beg you to join them in a war that they don’t care to wage.
They say the coast is clear, then why’s there a barricade?
They want to hear your voice, but say please don’t serenade.
You give them food for thought, but they hate your marinade.
You give them blood & sweat, but tears rain on their parade.
They tell you it’s not a game, as they keep up their charades.
They want you focused, but only notice when they’re engaged.
They want you front and center, but won’t share the stage.
They want a force of nature, but where’s the weather gauge?
They say they gave you directions, but suddenly there’s a maze.
They gave you their word, but now they wanna paraphrase.
They say no questions asked, but then they interrogate.
They say they love your mind, but rather you not cerebrate.
They tell you there’s no tricks, but you see that there’s a mage.
Spread your wings, they say, but, um-hmm…there’s the cage.
Think Ink|Thinq Inq 