And sitting here thinking of who? Of what?
Being afraid of tomorrow and then remembering I shouldn't be because I was afraid of today too... wanting to scream "I'm free" and then finding myself amongst four walls. Having a dream and not managing to follow it and then one day, you think, I can do it and then the world will know me.
But in the end we're all free, close your eyes and dream, at least no one will tell you what to do.