spiritual anarchy is a man without borders
he will be or not be, whichever he decides
it’s about decisions and he makes them all
he decides his position in the universe
he bleeds his blood, when he’ll allow it
he speaks or holds silent in an alleyway
or a field full of promise and wild ambition

he knows everything and he knows that he knows nothing at all
the dichotomy between the decision and anti-decision is anarchy
it is a word and he lives by it