Always the opposite never the same always inside out, upside down twisted around.

I don’t want to be held,I want to be pushed.

I don’t want someone i want myself.

I don’t strive for money wealth, I strive for freedom expirences.

I will sacrifice everything to keep true to myself.

Its impossible for me to conform I must feel the wind in my hair and run free across the world.

To the capitilized world i seem upside down not right unrealistic,

When did we start staying in one place?

We are travellers,

Reffugees of the world, A combonaitan of all the people we have ever encountered,

How am i upside down for needing expirences?

We have started going backwards. I will only can only push trough with nothing but myself to allow my soul to be truly fulfilled.

For my spirit to get the most out of this lifetime.

So i may be upside down to you but to me i am fufilled.