I'm a Runaway...

I'm a runaway.
When I was born
They shut me up
Inside myself.
Ah, but I ran away.


If people get sick
Of living in
The same old place,
Why not of living
In the same old skin ?


My soul is on
The lookout for me,
But I lie low.
Will it ever find me ?
Never, I hope !


Being myself only
Means being pinned down
And no one at all.
I'll live on the run,
And really live !...