Those roads don't hold a destiny that can define me.
While the hilltop awaits to listen to my echoes,
I seek instincts
and intuition is my ride.
When we'll come to a crossroad,
it will be a war zone.
By considering war as a courtesy,
I will pardon you.
And your roar will succumb to me.
This is how everything will become testimony
to my intellectual and twisted verdicts.
This is a gesture
to acknowledge the universe.
I am here
and allowing the universe
to figure me out.
As I will soon become untraceable,
the universe is universal,
and my summation will soon hide in it.
I will spy on it,
and it will witness me flourish.