Follower

Let's get lost and sell our souls
for gold.We rebel, not knowing
what we're told.I'm a man who
strives to be unknown.I just
want to leave and go back
home.Lose it all as I walk
away, though wishing I could
change the day.Don't be a
follower, don't follow her.Where
she goes, know one knows.You
should slow down, you could find
yourself.I lost track and
thought I knew the way.But I
strayed further and further every
day.Take the risk and walk the
plank.Are you afraid, afraid of change.