Independence always comes with the price, mine was to be condemned to break the rules.

“Oh, I beg you, can I follow?
Oh, I ask you, why not always?
Be the ocean, where I unravel
Be my only, be the water where I’m wading
You’re my river running high, run deep, run wild

I, I follow, I follow you
Deep sea baby, I follow you
…
He’s a message, I’m the runner…”