When I was little I was told what and when to do,
a time to eat and drink and sleep
there was a time to play and read
a time to look and leap
Then there was a time for school
a time to play and a time to learn.
English in this slot and Science in that
and a time to every page in each book turn
And if you thought it ended with sleep,
you did not know the rules,
only some clothes were the right night clothes,
while other were uniforms only for schools.
So maybe it stopped with school you say,
would you believe it just had begun?
the rules for judging one and all,
extended to everything under the sun.
What and where you wanted to study,
the subjects that you chose,
there was a rule that ranked them too,
and with that your standing dipped or rose.
What jobs were just right for the girls,
and how boys must plan their careers,
When and whom to get married to,
the right time for patter of little feet, for bottles and for diapers.
They even told you what you must want,
as parents of your child.
It was not just fun and love and laughs,
there were many rules compiled.
From what to wear and what to eat,
and how and when it is best,
you are told be yourself and then,
pushed to follow the rest.
It seems it does not matter which generation,
it matters not what your age,
There are always rules you must follow,
and how you fit in, is the gauge.
Just as in life you live by rules,
so must you also in death.
when, how, what the rituals strict,
follow you even after your very last breath.
We all do it to those we love,
for fear is the strongest rule.
Maybe we should learn instead,
to be ourselves, to break free of schedule.
How then can you be yourself,
when you live by all these rules?
The rules that no one even knows who made,
be they wise men or be they fools.