“You’re on the wrong team” I heard him scream
awakening me from a pleasant thought stream.
“You can’t be there, they’ve got it all wrong”
he then carried on in a strange sing-song.
“Your tribe is here with the winning pack;
come and join us, you’ll never look back”
“Those over there don’t know shit from clay;
come over here we’ll show you the way.”
But try as I might I just could not see
how ‘over there’ I’d ever feel like me.
They all toe the line, do the right thing;
never live life out there on the wing.
“Fuck em” I thought I’ll walk my own trail
with never a map but under full sail.