I want to be free again.Let the smoke hit my lungs like a rushing wave.Let the wind soothe my hair, with its soft finger tips, as my stressed neck rest on the door as my fingertips glide against the fresh paint of the automobile.Let my ear be a witness to the beautiful roaring of the engine.Let the car be my ticket to freedom.Let me be free.Let me touch the rush of fear again.Let me touch the desire of rebellion.Let me walk into darkness, in search for life’s light.I’m inconsiderate you say, but I am living for the savages who are caged by their insecurities.You say that I’m crazy, but I think my soul is isolated and abandoned.I just wanted to run away to my freedom, but I wrecked my movement.I know I’m not crazy.I’ve been diagnosed.I suffer from a disease that everyone has yet to recover from and it’s reality.