Tell me my life is a fantasy,
And I am who I am
Because that's what I want to be,
That's how I want to see
The frail world of ours;
Because I see it frail.
I see the world a breathing Hell
Because my imagination is stale,
In the clutches of a bad attitude.
But don't offer me your servitude
Because I am strong enough
To manage problems by the multitude.
Call me rude
And shine down my sunset.
Because the love made here
Is my last living regret.
