Whatever I Please

Sense the pressure
In my head
The pulse stops
I drop dead

Phone calls
To be made
To the people
From whom I crave
Answers

To why I'm here
And to why I'm free
To do whatever I please

Notes archived
Lines carved out
and I'll give my speech
Any moment now

Phone calls
To be made
To the people
From whom I crave
Answers

To why I'm here
And to why I'm free
To do whatever I please

Is this the answer
Is there a plan?
Is there a path to follow
A path of glory
I don't know

Will you ever see me go down this road
I doubt it