something was missing, something was dying,
an empty space, a feeling so waste,
crept in me, swept away me,
helpless and drowning, wanted to rush away from this maddening,
relinquished control, always opting for the destiny's poll,
now i want to charge back, want to redeem wherever i lack,
may be i sail, may be screw, but i will be the entire crew,
i can achieve, whatever i perceive,
no longer a dame, want to get a name,
want to soar high, as high as i can eye,
i have it in me, and i am not meant for bourgeoisie.
