I can become whatever dream I want or wish. i can go wherever I please. No gripping hands can hold me back unless I choose it. I will open all the windows in the house I sometimes call my own, and breathe in the cold mountain air. Maybe i have found another aimless someone to die for, but i will never live for anyone unless I can change myself. Any action, any ideal, any thought can only go so deep, down to a certain point. It is a fantastic loss that left me here to die, but I can become what i want. because i am a fountainhead. This desert is useless, though mercury boils. I am a clean spring if I choose to be. From laud-less, to mercury rising, to all the ends of the earth, I can always be me.