Walking thru life wondering what happens next.Wandering thru the twisted hallways and byways of my eyes. My only love gone. M.y.s.e.l.f. disappeared. Wishing I could go back to the childlike thinking. Knowing now that what will be, must be.And that turning the wheel only changes my direction, it doesn't change the depth of the blade in my back. Here, now, again I find myself, my true self, desperate to run. Suffer my free will to make you think I am right? Not on my watch. Not during my life. I will run. Like a gazelle. Why have you never taken a good look in the mirror? Stare at who you really are. Gaze upon your own free will and how you've used it. Then judge me as tho you are a god. Stand next to me and walk my path. Feel my rage. Drink my happiness. Admire the world then. Find no hatred in me unless it's fed by your own hatred. For there are no two people more alike in such a fashion as this. I will think it thru and consider this: that my life is grander than those who must stand beneath me in order to pull me down. As you stand there, grasping at my ankles, remember you could use my strength to help pull yourself up and out.