Following Rules vs Creativity
Herd’s moving, moving out to common land,
where there’s the rules, the frame to close one’s eyes.
The master and his willing bending band
are on the run for maybe-s wanting the whys,
just marching straight towards not art but fries.
Those who stay in, are real freedom seekers,
not just a bunch of parroting beakers.
They seek their style; they’ll find their unique voice,
willing to learn while swaying on sneakers,
making it work, within their rules of choice.