So I choose my own ...


Bored of the faces living in a daze

bored of the rats running a mad race

Now running short of illusions to chase 

I'm running short of sights that amaze

So I choose my own races to run

and choose my own crossroads to turn

I choose my own typhoons to sail

and choose my own peaks to scale

So I pick my own evils to side

and pick my own battles to ride

I pick my own threads to think

and pick my own poisons to drink

Now I foresee future and the hands of fate

As world grows and adapts, I watch and wait

history gets written on this very date

many will ignore but others will hate

people will hiss and boo, some will shout and cry

and the trials will be fake, the stakes will be dry,

Iron shackles but free, I shall wait for my turn

but smiling still say, I chose my own way to burn ...

Partially inspired from  : http://zenpencils.com/comic/108-sophie-scholl-the-fire-within/