Trapped in Tradition Poem

One of my favorites.

Trapped in Tradition

I’m locked up in tradition, diverted from my mission.

Forced into submission, everything’s gone wrong.

Will I ever break free or will this passage take me

To a place with a useless fake key so I cannot move along.

Trapped inside this same way, I’m sick of all this gameplay.

I want to stop this lame day before it ever ends.

Confusion is my shadow.

I know that I’m mad though.

I want to halt this sad show to kill the message that it sends.

All my life I look on.

All my joy feels shook gone.

It’s like I’ve been played by a crook con.

I’m trapped without escape.

Tradition is a killer.

I’d rather have a thriller to give me much more filler.

That would get me into shape.