I feel.

"Pearls and swine bereft of me
Long and weary my road has been
I was lost in the cities
Alone in the hills
No sorrow or pity
For leaving
I feel

Friends and liars
Don't wait for me
Cause I'll get on
All by myself

I put millions of miles
Under my heels
And still too close to you
I feel

I am not your rolling wheels
I am the highway
I am not your carpet ride
I am the sky
I am not your blowing wind
I am the lightining
I am not your autumn moon
I am the night
The night." - Audioslave.

Cya.