My preference is to walk alone,
to pick and choose and change my road
as I see fit, without the weight
of others adding to my load.
The rhythm of my pace is mine to set,
how fast, how slow, how long, how short,
I’ll decide them all without a care,
for I am ruler in this court.
I’ll select the mountains to be climbed,
the bridges, seas and deserts crossed,
I’ll choose the time to stop and rest,
and I’ll say when the battle’s won or lost.
Your chosen way is none of my concern,
as much as mine is none of yours,
not islands then but countries
not subject to each other’s laws.
When my bell tolls I’ll not be around to hear it,
so I’ll press on until my time is due,
and you should press on too safe in the knowledge,
the bell you hear can never toll for you.