Searching for the inner me. Almost there. Praying, at least, that I am almost there. I can smell it, in the air. Really.
The freedom of speech warrants my personal desire to express social, political and economic as well as spontaneous internal manifestations of my soul.
The only other purpose I can come up with other than pursuing our ideal happiness is to seek, understand, and institute justice — justice, being the keyword.
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.