Rebellion

For years I’ve lived someone else’s life,
Devoid of any pride, self-will or charm;
Always struggling with an inner strife -
Have not I done myself enough harm?

What use are all these rules to me –
But an endless routine I need to follow;
This servile attitude towards destiny
Has made my life completely hollow.

O Fate! Let this to thee be known –
Thou canst not imprison me anymore;
My body might not be my own,
But my heart and mind are still mine, be sure.

No longer shall I ignore my dreams,
Or live the same old life again;
Thy rule has ended, so it seems,
And my own master shall I always remain.