Rules were made to be broken,
or so the old saw goes,
some folks live their entire lives
without knowing where the road goes.

Do not tell me that I can’t
because I will have to prove you wrong.
You have no business telling me
how to sing my song.

I am the captain of my own fate.
I go which way I will.
Sometime I want to sleep in Rome
and wake up in Brazil

I’ve made mistake, I know its true,
and I will make some more.
But they will be my own mistakes,
not the same ones I’ve made before

You say no I can’t, I say yes I can.
I will kill myself trying.
For living without stretching my wings
is another kind of dying.

Progress is made by the unsatisfied;
the complacent sit safe and sound
I cannot stop to explain myself -
for I am horizon bound.