I taught myself to be in order
Stand in the line,
Wait for my turn
To watch the world burn
And keep my mouth shut.
They had offered me gold
They had offered me all the treasures
That could buy everyman’s dream
Though I still wonder
If I got enough
Treading my soul
Against the riches of the world.
I stopped believing that you were there
That once I laid my eyes on you
And started believing in the impossible.
Impossible is dead;
Inevitable and inevitability are
The new rulers of my world.
I don’t care if you had survived
All the ordeals that had compelled me
To be shattered;
I don’t care if you still exist
For I had chastened my wild heart
And learnt to be dictated.