Excuse Me!

Without I live. Yeah! Within I die,

No sense of yours, just a feel of my,

The livid sun shines hard on me,

The summer of life has begun to be,

It is not of mine, it's about the "I",

If I am alive, why did I die,

I'm back at the start, I end it at one,

All battles were lost, but the war was won,

For many mile, no soul I see,

I forget the shadow, beneath my feet.

I stand unarmed to fight my fate,

No dust down the road, I guess he is late,

The cowardly bastard's not going to come,

I guess he is smiling while on the run,

I will chase him and I'll hunt him down,

Wipe the grin off his face, with my frown,

I'll be the Lord of my Destiny,

And He will decide what I want to be.

If what I was is not my aim,

Then what I am feels just the same,

My heart is cold as ice on fire,

I am satisfied with a burning desire,

I circle back to square again,

Through all my pleasures, I feel my pain,

I am on a hill, I am in a mire,

It I own myself, am I on hire?...