Cost of freedom

See nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing, say nothing,
Have mind of a cabbage, and you'll live in peace.
You'll never have thoughts, that the system is monstrous.
It's easy to hide it, when nobody sees.
Don't try to be wise and don't try to be clever
As if there's no use for deep thoughts of the truth.
Your thoughts are in plan to prevent any fever,
You're planned to be fading in your very youth.
And it will be so by your honest agreement.
However, once thoughts of what happens burn up,
You'll never get back to that life of non-seeing.
You'll dig into facts and it won't be enough.
You will be in search, you'll be looking for answers,
The more you will find, the more questions you'll get
Unanswered. It feels like a dream or a nightmare.
And you will regret... if you wish to regret.
Acceptance is what you will find truly vital.
Your thoughts will be heavy, and winding, and deep.
It is hard to care, though with time you'll feel lighter,
Because you will have what your rulers forbid
To have. This is freedom. Thick chains will no longer
Bind moves of your body and flight of your thoughts.
For some you'll look strange, for yourself you'll feel lonely.
Though freedom is reachable, such is its cost.