I left behind streets paved with gold, to live a life in the dirt and the undergrowth.
I cut all ties, severed myself from what they called “the real life”.
Carved my path through stone, where am I now?
With new lungs to breathe and fresh eyes to see.
I pity those too weak to not break free.
Run free and see what you want to see.
Through distant lands and foreign shores.
To escape has been my only thought.
No rules, or religions.
Just a free world and my own decisions.