what does the future hold? I’m callin out my heart’s bleeding.
who knew freedom would be such a struggle
It’s strange being human sometimes. We want the best of all worlds. I want publicity but I want privacy. I want this but I want that too. I am being honest. I want them all. Perhaps that is being human — not knowing, and just doing. It’s what I do best. Just do. God. I pray that I find it soon. My way out. It’s there. The perfect world. The perfect way. I know I can make it. It will happen.
Sometimes I wonder what infinite is,
And why I ever limited myself.
My friends are not friends,
I don’t care for them a bit.
I want to succeed, I want to prevail,
In my way and in my fashion.
I fear I am wrong,
My conscience eats me,
But when will I be free?
I don’t care for social progress,
I don’t care for the glory,
I care for being me,
Satisfying my spirit,
Satisfying my vanities,
And being the expression God intended me to be.
I want to be free.