Whistle My Own Tune

Whistle My Own Tune

Pushed out,
Kicked down, and
Tossed around.

Driven from my hometown
by deranged clowns
desperate for my crown.

No matter what I do,
I’ll never convince all of you
that I won’t conform to
what you put me through.

I choose to renew
and master my moods.

I choose to sing
and find my groove.

I choose to walk in the dark
and whistle my tune.

I choose to leave it all behind
and go to the moon.

I choose something new

Goodbye to All of you!

I choose