My Life Is Meant For Me

I trip among the hills,
I trip along the sea;
I trip along and sing this song—
“My life is meant for me!”

In town and city, too,
I’m tripping e’er so free,
And down the street I’m singing sweet,
“My life is meant for me!”

The towers bob and bounce
As I look up to see,
And I spring strong with my own song—
“My life is meant for me!”

Along the railway line,
Past each proud factory,
I sing my song the whole day long—
“My life is meant for me!”

Then out upon the farms
And cattle ranches’ glee,
I look about and give a shout,
“My life is meant for me!”

Then someone yelled, “Not true!
The government owns you!
Now must you bow and shake in fear
And ask it what to do!”

I look him in the eye,
Far down in empty space.
The fast last spark is going out
In alien disgrace.

I stand awhile, then turn;
My will says I’m a man.
If I’m alone I still will say,
“American?—I am!”

I write among the hills,
Lash words along the sea;
With rebel voice I sing this song,
“My life is meant for me!”

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