I am alive, without asking for permission, I wasn´t given a choice, and now I must live and seek out the nature of this commitment : to be born, to grow and to die ? I will fight to make a lie become reality, I will fight to turn it into truth, ( The truth ). My truth is actuallly a lie one I don´t even own, for I am alive in this world, and who is the owner ? Reality drifts me aimlessly, like a salboat without a sail, my truth condemns me to dig a grave a eternal one, like everyone´s. ( I will fight )- is it worth it ? ( I will fight )- to free myself from the sentence ? ( I will fight )- so that a lie becomes reality and turns into truth. I will find my course again and face the owner of the world, if he lifts this sentence from me, let him lift it for everyone, now I want to ask for permission and extend this commitment : to be born, to grow and to live ? " to enjoy eating, traveling, and exploring, playing, runnig, composing, painting, giving and receiving, loving, caring and being loved, having someone by my side..." to fight and to live, without asking for permission ?.
