Nightwish.

I want to travel where life travels, 
Following it's permanent lead.
Where the air tastes like snow music, 
Where grass smells like fresh-born Eden, 
I would pass no man, no stranger, no tragedy or rapture, 
I would bathe in a world of sensation, 
Love, goodness and simplicity.

How can you "just be yourself"
When you don't know who you are?
Stop saying "I know how you feel"
How could anyone know how another feels?

Paper is dead without words, 
Ink idle without a poem, 
All the world dead without stories.
Without love and disarming beauty.