Wasn't Born To Follow

Oh I'd rather go and journey where the diamond crest is flowing and

Run across the valley beneath the sacred mountain and

Wander through the forest

Where the trees have leaves of prisms and break the light in colors

That no one knows the names of

And when it's time I'll go and wait beside a legendary fountain

Till I see your form reflected in it's clear and jewelled waters

And if you think I'm ready

You may lead me to the chasm where the rivers of our vision

Flow into one another

I will want to die beneath the white cascading waters

She may beg, she may plead, she may argue with her logic

And then she'll know the things I learned

That really have no value in the end she will surely know

I wasn't born to follow