I want to be as free as a spirit.
A man with no limits,
Pick up a pen and a pad; put things down how I see them.
Not hindered by laws of what should be and what should not,
Or locked down by another person’s train of thought.
To understand how I must live, what it is I must give,
Or take up.
To realize where I’m asleep,
And if I have to wake up.
To carry the world of my thoughts on my shoulders
Like a regular atlas.
And without those of my kind,
Who understand my type of mind,
Without the comfort of souls to which I can bind,
The sacrifice I must give,
For my eyes to start to see,
To become the man I need to be,
So at the end of all this, my life doesn’t fade into superfluity,
If I must shoulder this burden all on my own,
Then truly, to become a man,
I first must stand alone.