I go where I want to, seeing where birds flew. If you ain't my vision then honestly I don't want you. Have I sought your sight cause mine was sought too. Having such cold bars yet I still got the hot flu. Is where you dream at hard as it seems though. Cause a dream's a revelation the way it beams so a nightmare's revelation hides behind the way it schemes woah and some breeze leaves you in ease the way the wind blows Nature is safer but we kill it without a chance. The way opportunity's in store it goes right in your hands. if I could take it you know I would take it in advance. But to realize when you rise ain't my circumstance.