You have your "freedom"
I've got the trees

You have your Void
I have the seasons

You have no where
I have the streams

You claim your mind
But not my reasons

You have no self


And what do you have?
What could you ever learn anyhow
Chasing Oblivion


Can't be held, can't be felt
Won't hold you, can't be smell't
Can't be seen, can't be heard
Can't be had

You've got no thing


I've got my mind
You've got no senses

I have my Kin
You have no nothin

I've got the Scions
You have no one

I have my freedom
You got your button

I am alive


I have birds, and my bees
I have woods, and the seas
I have briers, I have love
I have life

I've got sunshine


Penned by my hand on the 17th of Sarapin, in the year 766 AF.