So this creepy good song I had to transcribe because it doesn't exist anywhere on the net. Not sure what else to say, than it makes me think about the denial of self and/or something about christian mystism.

My Own Man
by Waterworks (Dragonfly)

If I had the patience of a stone
I could sit beside the stream
of a thousand rushing dreams
Til it all came to me.

And If I where as humble as a log
felled by forces not my own
reconcilled without a tree
does not stand to be alone.

No, ifs ands, or buts
I'll pick myself up
off the bank.
understanding that our destiny
was never less than to be free
of all the dreams we'd like to call our own.
Letting go will surely get us home.

And if I had the gumption of a gust
Crushing through the field of leaves
I could kick up all the of dust
and see the world through my breeze.

And if I had the courage of a cloud
soaking everything around
I would pour terential floods
on the deserts of our love.

No ifs ands or buts
I'll pick myself
up off the sand
understanding that our destiny
was never less than to be free
of all the dreams we'd like to call our own
letting go will surely get us home.
letting go will surely get us home.

We'll fall across horizons through the trees
We'll crash through every limb we could not see
We'll tumble through ferous waves,
spinning through the surf and spray,
but once we wash ashore we will be safe.

And don't forget to trust the memory of that place.

If I
is a waste of what I am
Home is not a place it is a plan
and execute the rumors in this land
that make me my own man...

OPM: A Libris whit537 or beren1hand, circa 2004