"Revolt"

You place a hand atop my head
And refuse to take it off.
I struggle beneath your iron grip
Which pushes me back,
Which holds me down.
I want to break free
And find my own way,
But you will not let me go.
The longer you hold me 
The more the anger builds.
For now you have the upper hand,
But it won't be that way for long.
Son it will be my turn to shine,
Soon I'll walk among the stars.
The time is coming when I will break loose,
The time is coming when I will revolt.

   luke skywalker (ejros@bu.edu)