Wandering through dreams and silences, I choose to survive or submit

Wandering through dreams and silences, I choose to survive or submit, the blow is different now, no longer what it once was, a faint echo. Submission was just a bow, and life promised a new fight, survival was mere awakening, without titles and hollow possessions. The world, with its sweet pursuit, has left holes in our souls and chipped smiles, I wander through thoughts and ponder the meaning of the word "submission," lowering my being, I wonder which path to take, do not offer me shelter under a wing, I need no kings or thrones. Be lost with me, let change come from conviction and fury, peace carries a cost I cannot afford, it's too expensive a luxury. I wander, and I’d rather drift aimlessly than be anchored in the world's trash, I prefer to float through dreams and unknown winds. I wander, an ever-seeking soul, between hidden questions and answers, searching for a world where freedom has no chains and the heart can fly free.