Shroud

I had to leave the house of fashion
Go forth naked from its doors
'Cuz women should be allies
Not competitorsAnd I had to leave the house of God
'Cuz Cross replaced the wheel
And the goddesses were out in the garden
With the plants that nourish and healI had to leave the house of privilege
Spend Christmas homeless and feeling bad
To learn that privilege is a headache
That you don't know, that you don't haveAnd I had to leave the house of television
To start noticing the clouds
It's amazing the stuff you see
When you finally shed that shroudI had to leave the house of conformity
In order to make art
I had to be more or less true
To learn to tell the two apartAnd I had to leave the house of fear
Just about as soon as I could crawl
Ignore my face on the 'Wanted' posters
Stuck to the post office wallI had to leave the house of self-importance
To doodle my first tattoo
Realize a tattoo is no more permanent
Than I amAnd who ever said that life is suffering
I think they had their finger on the pulse of joy
Ain't the power of transcendence
The greatest one we can employ?