wanta be

i wanta be a freedom fighter
and fight for our 

collective freedom

i wanta be an urban planner
and mend the broken streets 

of my asia

i wanta be a park ranger 

and wander for days and nights on end 

i wanta be a teacher 

and teach them how to bend 

their tiny minds, mind you.... 

they already know how to...

i wanta sing the blues, 

I wanta bellow out soulful tunes

i wanta be a travel photographer; 

and capture life from the dune

or from the bottom of a valley

i wanta rally,
up the animals of farthing woods

would you believe me....

would you believe me....
would you believe me....

i wanta build a hot air balloon
 maybe float away

I hafta say,
this isn't everything you are. 

you're so much more
than you believe yourself to be

me, I (still) just wanta be free...

i just wanta be an ascetic
and give up all wantings

(i think, it's hard to say for sure)

i wanta be nothing, i want to be nobody

yeah i think I wanta disappear, 

i think I wanta forget I was ever here

on planet earth

though my stay has been 

nothing short of miraculous...