My Goal

The sky is clear
The wind is breezing
My mind is caged
My heart is bleeding
My head is itching
Don't tell me what to do!

I made it clear
I wanna be a poet
They said "no"
I asked why
They said being a "poet"
is such a disgrace
They said I'd rather leave their house
I'd rather be alone

I'm strong
They're wrong
Poetry is running down my blood
Through my veins
Don't tell me what to do!

Being a poet is my dream
I can unlock all doors
With my golden key
With my goal

Being a poet is my dream
Support me
Don't tell me what to do!