Way I sound close and near, so calm,
Way world heard and narrated, so loud.
The show wants me to say hard, and speak,
Let freedom set trends big and clear.
Not easily composed the time, it went questioning,
Again and again, those limits strained.
Limitless close to fear and dared to hate,
Life went short and high in meanings.
Not was my way nor did I say it should be,
But it flowed and never paused.
I set trends, one after the other,
It was me, all in me, all unclear.
Now I stepped into the world so new,
That millions words won’t enough be.
Straight road I murmur, it will see,
An end, a winner and a reward all clear.
