My Fuel is the Feeling

By now I’d be about to graduate as an international business man
Or I could attempted more classes and soon become a journalist
A great one indeed
Or last but not least an exceptional architect
I trust in my skills
Don’t expect from me to follow an ordinary path
My fuel is the feeling
I can stop here and start a brand new universe quickly
As fast as a jet plane
That’s how I’m
For some I break traditions
Sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
Well I’m young
I’ve got an endless soul, strong and weak at the same time
And I think for the first time I’m proud of it
So I’m gonna stand for myself
And keep searching for my ideal of state of mind
As Mr. Mayer said before:
“Someday I'll be something much more

Cause I'm bigger than my body gives me credit for”

Yes, I’m bigger than my body....

Some thoughts

The eternal search for happiness,
What’s happiness after all?!
To be happy, are we must follow a restrict rule, rigid, decided for “I don’t know who” before?
Do I need to rely on something, a special stone, or anything like that?
Can I find happiness in a special place; can I buy it on a sale?
When I was a child, these worries and doubts didn’t exist, I was there, just living, crashing my mini cars, running and messing around. There was happiness I believe.
Unfortunately soon or later, we lost the grace once had when young.
I’ve got these questions and no theories about. Ideas only.
But for certain it’s a subjective matter.
There’s no right or wrong answer for that.