Misled

When everything became real,
That’s when we learned to feel,
Feel love and hope and hate,
Started learning our path to fate,

One hundred tiny baby steps
Is all it took me to be here,
One hundred little wishes kept,
What is this notion of your fear?

They’ll handle you like a sack of bones,
And sell you out to pay for loans,
Respect is something of your past,
Now your life is going too fast,

Picking up the pieces,
As the cold wind breezes,
You never knew yourself,
Only known by someone else,

Although you’ll keep your innocence,
Your rationale has fled,
You’ll never understand; hence,
I gave the name “Misled”.