Concrete boots

 Step into your concrete boots

And complain that life is difficult

And slogging tires you out

Or 

Slip on your silk straightjacket

To hold in those troublesome emotions

And explain that life is too empty

Or

Build a little box around your mind

With a little brass lock

And say time again that life is boring

Or

Put on your dancing shoes

And dance with your dreams

As if they were your life partner