backwards across ocean

the frame we fit will not give us true shape
alive or not we'll overcome its squeeze
we'll take no formal limits like the breeze
outward we'll flow right past the final cape
let others less inventive have to scrape
a living beneath the cruel gaze that sees
the weaknesses beneath the shading trees
and its harsh light our tender minds will rape
whenever we seek for some ease or pause
the whip will come down firmly on our backs
not for a moment can we flee its might
we're trapped by our own creatures rules and laws
our limits given when we pay the tax
but nothing matters while we have the light