I am on the way,
to who knows where,
no, I do not give a damn,
and I do not care,
yes,
I am on the way to who knows where,
master of my own destiny,
with despair not the master of me,
but free choice,
and in it,
it is much better for me,
and I try to light the way,
I try to light the way wherever I go,
and all I wish for is for the folks that I meet to be,
interesting and happy,
and not vicious and barbarous,
and bitter and verbally snappy,
yes, I am on the way,
to who knows where,
no, I do not give a damn,
and I do not care,
yes,
better elsewhere,
than in the miseries of the city,
where the mundanity it depresses me,
and it leaves me cold,
and agitated as I walk everywhere,
choking on the smog,
on the dirty air,
oh,
that foul air,
that gets into your nose and everywhere,
yes, I am on the way to who knows where,
master of my own destiny,
with a smile on my face,
after having given up the flat,
and now,
I am headed to the sea to live happily,
by the seashore,
where I will revel in its beauty,
and the city life I will forget quite happily forevermore,
as I live and breathe in the fresh sea air,
and I walk along in the sunshine,
along the glorious coast,
happy as can be far away from the city,
and empty of its misery and its terrible despair.
