Passion

I am on the brink of going mad
The world is false
People are false, they cheat themselves
They tell me what to do, having no idea of
What they say
I know one
I want to know
And no one will tell me how to do it
Because no one really knows if they know

I am different
I feel my difference
I am alone, I am the "steppen wolf"
There is nothing, all is just thought
When I take a step forward
There will be no retreat from madness
Though just in retreat I see hope
Still I am able to return

But I won't do it
I will not do anything against myself
I'll be relentless
Possibly people will reject me
But once they'll understand
At least some of them
I enter the path that nobody has broden before
I am afraid, and at the same time I am extremely
Self-confident

I feel the pain
Awful pain of solitude among people
The more awful as they call me their kin
Thousands of fears artificially created by
Unaware people
Not to call them evil
I do not know where I am from, but I'll learn
And I will create
To make others aware