I adore sitting in my head
downplaying the system that has little meaning to me.
I prefer learning from the dead
walking along the paths of forgotten stories and glee.
I won’t say I’ve been born good
rather selfish my desire to break the strings and fly free.
But I prefer to stay misunderstood
than bow to the rules that make so little sense to me.
I admit I am locked in the space
almost unreachable, because I prefer to roam the stars alone.
However, wherever you may be
You, my promised light, have the key to the place I call home.