What's freedom?

The truth is that I don´t want your concern.
Don't get me wrong. Is not that I don´t appreciate your care, is just that I don´t want to be worried about things that haven't happened yet. 

It makes me feel anxious.

Life is a crazy road, I mean, How do you know what's the best for anyone?
How can you be so sure about what you advise someone?
Nobody can assure the future.
Nevertheless, you think you have the perfect solution for someone´s problem.
Isn't that tricky?
To give advice doesn't make sense to me. 
No one pays attention to them anyway.

What you think you know is just one little part of the conception of a whole reality.
Nobody can see all the doors if you only stand on one side of the house.

Stop making judgments, stop your goddamn speeches, just stop your evil mind.

I don't know what I want in this life, but I'm pretty sure of what I don't want.

And even so, I'm still here writing about the right of the free will... inside my beautiful and sad golden cage.

Isn't that silly?

I guess... but the idea is here, very inside my mind.

I could never get rid of it, to be honest.