Don’t Stop Me

Don’t Stop Me

Don’t stop me, Man, for I want to fly…
Let me be myself, for I want sky
My aim is beyond your comprehension, so let me go
I am restless while you sleep, for I must do what I have to do
I am hungry but I am aiming, my target too far
My perseverance is holier than the dew atop that mountain

Don’t stop me, Man, for I want to fly…
My passion burns me days and nights, and I die to live
Yes my friend, yes my foe, I am dead to the world
Hope not to conjure up your dead friend, for I am alive in another place
With my fecund imagination, I create a billion worlds of my own
The tyranny of little things can’t kill my fire — it burns and burns

I know I shall prevail against all odds
I will not tremble with the size of the times
I walk, I run, I rise, I fall… 

My trials and tribulations are severe and dark
But I move like the wind and find my way like the water
Time waits me but I wait none
Quitting is worse than death when one life is what you get

So don’t stop me, Man, for I want to fly…
See, how I float with the time, talking to the wind…