You may want to call me schizophrenic
But I have a strong imagination
It is not because I am pathetic
And hate all of God's gifts called creations
But, you see, I do, and I imagine
Imagine life without society
Having to fake smiles and limit action
All this bring back my anxieties
I dream of living as a vagabond
Never settling down with an anchor
Because that anchor would just make me yawn
And I don't want to be even blanker
So leave me to my imagination
And I'll leave all of you to your sanctions
