Russell G. Robison

WILLFUL

I’m just the bits and pieces
Of a life lived recklessly
I’ve always pushed the limits
That this world would place on me

Don’t tell me what I cannot dream
Or where I cannot go
Don’t tell me what I cannot think
Or what I cannot know

I’ve crashed into a lot of walls
Smashed through some on the way
Please don’t presume to tell me
What to do or what to say

I’m still that stubborn, willful fool
I haven’t changed a bit
Still rolling down this highway
Looking for some walls to hit