From here to

You won’t be able to keep the light
The season’s tilt over to fall
The blue sky, soon past.
Another lonely autumn, another lonely winter.
But better this than been chased, knowing, it’s wrong,
cramped in places you do not belong,
the assimilation to normality
for what?
Here however the free spirit is breathing.
All is possible,
Forever my from-here-to-place.