enigmatic, mercurial?
your words, I don’t think so
I prefer free spirit of the highest order
do what I want when I want to
whatever my heart tells me to do
they’re your rules
don’t expect me to follow them
I follow a flight plan until I decide
to go in another direction
like a bird in the sky
a fish in the sea
a loose cannon? not at all
just a cannon not under your control
I sit in the rain, the cold, the snow
not devising any grand schemes
not having a master plan
not wondering what you think
waiting for my next whim
that will take me where I want to go next
what I want to do next
it’s kismet
