Over the hill

Twinkling light over the hill

Past the mountain

Across the meadow of trees

And you're looking at me

For some sense of relief

While I hate conformity

And destroy my ego

I'll return in a gust of air 

Out of the lung of a child

Dissimilar to me

And I realize I must continue to be

Like that gust 

I feel it in my gut

I must take this chance

To be unaffected 

By every circumstance

And continue to be me