Living free. My way.

"So what if I failed 
in what I started,
So what if I chanced it
and cried.
Because unlike you
I've 'lived' my way
and on my death bed, 
I proudly would say
No matter what 
my current state
At least, bloody hell, 
I tried.
It may have taken 
my ease away
but the spirit within 
never died"






Yes, they say, I walk like a boy
and oh my, do I care

Yes, I do talk loudly sometimes
cuz' I so love how they stare

Yes, one moment I'm laughing guts out
and another I'm crying like a child

Yes, and I like to eat and hog too
and choke and croak and leap out wild

Yes, for this they call me names I find funny
God bless my creativity or the lack of it

Yes, my jokes seldom amuse them
Bah, the witty fool with a foolish wit

Yes, I prefer randomness
these rules and control isn't just my thing

Yes, so I was never disciplined
that conformist pride I could never bring

Yes, they try to push me pull me
squash my heart and sway my mind

So yes, one day I'll breakaway
leaving this little note behind-

I'm going to risk it,
live life and play

My life is too important
to live it their way
and it's too short too
to pay heed to all the crap they say