The air is blue and crisp, I hear gentle waves in caves and whispers in tress. This is my calm place, here I am wise and free like an untamed lioness letting myself go wild, but beware I am always on guard ready to tear apart anything that disturbs this.
Without this place I am a prisoner to life and a slave to all men. I will become like you, a follower, a sheep, but not me for I will eat the sheep alive and its followers.
I will not breathe the same air as the hypnotised and the fake. I will breathe the air that is blue and free, for you are not me and I am not you.