Wild and Free

Life’s a cruel and bitter game, 
Fate’s no kinder—just the same. 
You think you’ve got it all in hand, 
Then the world burns down your plans. 

Planned it all, or so it seemed, 
Built a dream, or so I dreamed. 
Dared to rest, just for a while— 
Watched it crumble, watched it die.

Not my fate to chase the gold, 
Not my fate to live too old. 
All that’s left is dust and sky, 
Steppe beneath me, wild and wide. 

Fools will chase their hollow treasures, 
Bound by chains of unseen pressures. 
I’ll ride far where shadows wander, 
Where the earth meets endless yonder. 

So let them clutch their fleeting glory, 
I’ll keep writing my own story. 
No regrets, no debts unpaid— 
Just the steppe, the stars, the sway. 

Oh, the wind, the wild wind calls me, 
No king’s gold could ever chain me. 
I owe nothing, bow to no one, 
Free as fire, fierce as thunder. 
Live my way, laugh my laughter— 
Nothing else could ever matter.