I go my way, alone and unafraid, And think myself immune from every harm; I tread my path devoid of all alarm, Carefree, all thoughts of danger dread allayed. And yet, my debt to life remains unpaid. I blind myself to all that's meant to charm, And am content, my soul cannot disarm The imps of self, who have my soul betrayed. Someday I shall awaken to the strains Of melodies played by a master hand, To show to me full life and soulful gains, Renounce the dross, and answer soul's demand, Sunder the bonds of bars and galling chains, Free demon's clutch, and follow love's command. |