Wanted

I don't know because I have within me,

this desire to depart

I hate getting, I always go...

Not that I have a place in mind

That's the point: I don't want to root.

I always felt so... Wrong.

In the wrong place, wrong with people, wrong, always wrong.

I've never been where it should be.

And where I should be, is not a place

It's a way of life, a feeling to have a philosophy to believe.

And you can only have these things without a place.

The ideal is to get lost, know everything, undo the concepts more concrete, make what you need and what not need to do.

For no one lives of logic.

The strongest people are the craziest.

The ideal is to lose... Drive, fly or walk

Only this way is possible find yourself.