You know you want to be one too.
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.
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