Oh I’d rather go and journey where the diamond crest is flowing and run across the valley beneath the sacred mountain and wander through the forest where the the trees have leaves of prisms and break the light in colors that no one knows the names of. And when it’s time I’ll go and wait beside a legendary fountain till I see your form reflected in it’s clear and jewelled waters and if you think I’m ready you may lead me to the chasm where the rivers of our vision flow into one another. I will want to die beneath the white cascading waters, she may beg, she may plead, she may argue with her logic and then she’ll know the things I learned that really have no value in the end she will surely know, I wasn’t born to follow.
The Byrds - Wasn’t born to follow
When I die all they’ll find on my computer are a bunch of creepy pictures of me and my cat.