I want to fly, yes very high.
Not by force, but on my own course.
I want to be free, like a flowing breeze.
Not in line, but very fine.
I want to be kindly, yes very kingly.
Not by outside, but by inside.
I want to be real, like the nature.
Not for plaguing, but for benign.
I want to depart, yes my life’s part.
Not in combat, but by my covet.
I want to be in mind, like a history.
Not by atrocious, but with auspicious.