I belong to me,
Not to you or to anyone else in the world;
Not to the beguiling hope,
Not to the everlasting despair;
I seek no refuge in the caves of time,
It's no shelter to my fading song,
Though my song did find ears in the moss-draped walls,
This is not where I belong.
Could the hard-earned knowledge tame me,
Or could the patches of ignorance
Make me a victim of its claim?
Love, a fool's gold;
Courage, a noose round the same.
Sorry, I don't endorse this sixty seconds of fame.
Why is it the good, the bad, the ugly?
Why classify? Why in boxes sit around snugly?
Why pretend?
Try putting me in the right or the wrong
I will still refuse to belong.
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