Independence

Two decades, coated and protected under a solid support system
Turgid with love, bread and butter like what plants have in xylem
Its been snug, eathful and safe but its time to forge my own anthem
A time to leave my father's roof, grasp my fortunes and pray my piece of totem
To soften my landing and for plights to lessen
A welcome to a crazy world and the predicaments' arms open
With dwindling jobs engrossed in a system that is deeply rotten
With an exorbitant economy soon we will be buying oxygen
We come with instilled ambition despite all being salty and leaven
Independence has never been this bleak but i peak northwards to heaven
To sanctify my path despite lately being heathen...