Sometimes I trust my instinct, but it tells me to do things in ways that no one dares It can implore me there, to take paths no one walks
I fear the fresh footsteps I make on the new brick road I'm a social animal, a human; doing what others do seems the right thing to do
Once you're a bit different, society condemns They raise an eyebrow, they don't give their consent; But I've seen great people do great things Because they had faith in their instincts.
They have the drive to keep going, To try and even fail. I'd very much like to do the same, At least I have real control over my own doings.
If I succeed, I have only my instincts to celebrate. If I fail, I have only my flaws to blame. Everything under my possession, Ne te quaesiveris extra, as they say It's your life to do, your life to bear.