Noone will allow me (or, I can't allow myself), to play at work or work at play, to be a thousand dfferent people every day.                      
To sing songs of struggle, fashion tools of joy, to live in every moment, not as man nor boy, but just a crazy fool.
Who knowsthis prescious secret: see who has the power, know who makes the rules, recognizes the wise are often labeled fools.