Passion

I am on the brink of going mad

The world is false

People are false, they cheat themselves

They tell me what to do, having no idea of

What they say

I know one

I want to know

And no one will tell me how to do it

Because no one really knows if they know

I am different

I feel my difference

I am alone, I am the "steppen wolf"

There is nothing, all is just thought

When I take a step forward

There will be no retreat from madness

Though just in retreat I see hope

Still I am able to return

But I won't do it

I will not do anything against myself

I'll be relentless

Possibly people will reject me

But once they'll understand

At least some of them

I enter the path that nobody has broden before

I am afraid, and at the same time I am extremely

Self-confident

I feel the pain

Awful pain of solitude among people

The more awful as they call me their kin

Thousands of fears artificially created by

Unaware people

Not to call them evil

I do not know where I am from, but I'll learn

And I will create

To make others aware