Let my mind weave imaginary tales

And throw away the thoughts of yesterday

Let the colors and vigor respire through my lungs

And fly me into oblivion

Have the cares and worries of feeling and thoughts

Be something uncivilized

If anything, let my mind be free!

To do what it pleases

No matter who is in the way

Please have my soul be released of this mortal entanglement

Let who I am fully embrace me

For I am someone to not be reckoned with

Even though I only know a piece of the truth

My soul is old and my spirit is young

My paradox never ending

So please let my mind be free to weave imaginary tales

For the real ones are too jaunting

Life is for the living

And I have yet to begin

-BC