In a long future with no other way,
I will not let anything interfere with what I want to know.
I do not need those second-rate answers;
I want to see the other side of the ruined door.
I know not of this "protection".
Even the strictest of rules will not supress this impulse.
It seems so contagious to rebel,
But not particularly strange at all, is it?
Because anybody can have it, such Light Infection.
For now I will take myself up to the task.
Though not knowing how to go about it, I do not want to trust in those “right answers”.
I just continue chewing this gum I was given, or so it seems.
Though there is no taste, this impulse will not be deceived.
If I end up in circles, I want to revolt.
Everything I carry on me, I will throw it all away.
Yes, to blow it all off,
To let fly all reason,
Wanting to lose my way,
Wanting to flounder,
Not needing a heart,
Wanting to be troubled,
Wanting to struggle,
Yes, to crush it all;
Those rules given to me,
Those fixated notions, force them away.