Am I a fool to dare to dream, of profit made from words? Or are things more than they seem? Can I leave the herd? Can I walk a different path? A new road of my own. Or will I suffer divine wrath, if I dare to stand alone? Are we made to strike a claim, and walk out loud and bold? Or should we live a life that's tame? Work hard and then grow old. I can't say if I'm wrong or right. That's never been my place. But still I wander towards the light, that shines upon my face. I dare to see this light as hope, a gift to guide me home. And even backed against the rope, I will not turn to foam. No mermaid's broken hearted fate, or gorgon's gory end. Will ever turn my heart to hate, or me against a friend. I do not know this world. I do not know my legacy. But still my sail's unfurled, And I stand proud on pegasi.
Play me a Future 