It's time that I am moving with the whirlwind,
it beckons my curiosity.
Blow winds of change, give me your tailwind,
and hands of fate, no animosity.
Like a ghost who wanders from town to town
it seems quietude was not meant for me.
And when I have a nervous breakdown,
I will find my solace beneath a shady oak tree.
Alone am I, like a ship at sea.
The storm clouds drum and blow towards me.
The endless deep, black and briony
the captain I shall ever be.
And while I can wander anywhere,
I'll never stay, lest I be ensnared.
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