Live. Free, like birds. No rules. Open path, leading to a world unknown to me, to anyone. Living is already a risk. What’s one more try at something extraordinary going to do? Trying is always better than not.
Sing to a powerful song. Listen to a loud tune. Dance to a wild beat. So good for the soul. Imagine a world violence-free. It could be. Doing whatever I please. In peace; with the world, with you, with me.
Pulling in different directions, but in coordination. Oh what a wonderful life it would be. A life lived by me and only me. No other traffic controllers directing it from every angle. As it should be. For you, for me.
