This one
is for every artist
every dreamer 
and every heart that just wants to beat. 
So now you’ve graduated.
Now you’ve graduated and have a degree,
So I think we all agree that its time…
It’s time for you to grow up 
and stop writing these songs and poetry. 
Because this, 
This is a world of cages where Oh no! 
You don’t get to be and live free.
So don’t be too “passionate" about your “hobbies.” 
Be normal and have digestible dreams. 
Or else, you’ll be diagnosed with a severe case of insanity. 
And we both know what happens 
if the world declares you to be a little crazy.
Remember! 
You are a puppet. 
You are a puppet alright! Because I said so. 
I decide what “YOU” defines. 
So you are a puppet and you have strings 
attached all over your mind! Your soul! Your body!
Freedom is imaginary, so stop trying to be extraordinary. 
Give up now because I guarantee, nobody...
nobody cares about 
individuality or how you got your personality. 
It’s all about the money, honey! 
So enough with this bullshit called creativity!
You know what you need?
You need a dose! 
A stick, a kick, a brick, a shoe, a scissor, 
a sharp blade to cut yourself with reality. 
Because following dreams...
God forbid you have them! 
Because following dreams is a never ending tragedy,
And these days every tragedy is a parody. 
So do you want to be a parody? 
No?
So go to school, go to college, graduate, get a job. 
Get a "real" job.
Then get married, have kids, 
grow old when says the mighty society! 
Be a sheep!
Be a sheep, be like everybody.
Look! 
Look what his son is doing, while you are narrating poetry,
forward is where the world is going.
Hide! 
I said hide your pain, your scars, your tears, your bruises 
because they are showing! 
Your canvas has to be the brightest, it has to have colours.
It has to be glowing! 
And good grades! 
How can we forget about that?
Good grades, you better get great marks, 
How else will you prove to the world that you are smart?
That you are worth the money we are spending on you,
Keep us happy and we will always love you. 
We will always love you.
But, you have to wear a mask.
You have to wear a mask, you can’t be who you are. 
Dream big! 
But don’t be stupid. 
Don’t let your dreams go too far!  
Get a degree and your life will never fall apart. 
Listen!
Why won’t you listen to us? We’ll tell you who you are. 
You are not a star! 
You “sweetheart” are not a star. 
Well, technically and quite literally, I am not! 
I am not a star.
I am not JUST a star. 
Because I am a cluster of stars!
I am the night sky you wish you could see, 
I am the sea that will swallow you up, gladly.                                                                                                           
      I am the blazing sun, the wind on your face,
the chilling moon, 
the trees you cut down with so much grace. 
Hell! 
I am a universe.
I am a universe and in this long play of life, 
I will write my verse after verse after verse!
And my words will heal; 
my words will make you bleed. 
But I’ll not be silenced.
I’ll die screaming but never unheard. 
And as far as my bones are concerned. 
My bones are strong. 
My bones are stronger 
than you can ever imagine them to be.
If you come my way, I'll haunt your town.
I’ll be the poison you’ll be sipping on your tea. 
So if you dare to look closely, you will see
that I have crooked teeth 
and even braces and retainers could not fix these.
So do both of us a favour and just let me be.
Just let me be ME!
I don’t need you to believe in my dreams, they are mine.
And I can believe in them just fine, by myself. 
So why don’t you take your never-ending 
opinions and suggestions and go fuck yourselves?
Your ideas are wrong.
Your ambitions are wrong.
Your dreams are wrong.
Your heart! 
My heart is wrong?
The list of things 
that the world does not approve about me go on & on & on!
There’s no place I fit in, there's no where I belong. 
But that’s okay. 
That’s okay. 
Because I am an anthem!
I am an anthem not just another one of your songs. 
So be careful “sweetheart” 
I AM ALL KINDS OF WRONG. 
And I dare you! 
I dare you my dear Poets! Artists! Dreamers! 
I dare you to be just as wrong as me 
because we have a responsibility. 
We can’t let the society 
burn away these fingerprints that make us unique. 
So write! 
Write your poems, write your songs, let’s write our stories. 
Together, 
let’s show the world the power of poets and their poetry. 
Forever alive is Dead Poets Society.
