Two years from now, the day I turn 17,
I’ll be gaining my freedom.
I’ll run as fast as I can, as far as I want.
I’ll be as free as a bird, flying towards the sky of freedom.
I won’t look below as I’m done with it. I’m done with the ground, I’m done with gravity.
There will only be me, having my rights freely completely, even my right to go to other galaxy.
I’ll discover new things that I’ll enjoy myself.
Two years from now, I’ll be.