Child of a thousand masks

Free of myself, child of a thousand masks,
Born of this world, product of thousand tasks,
Spirit of air with endless supplies,
I can be the truth chosen from the lies.

I am certainly, whatever you want me to be,
For how long I don't know, you'll just have to see,
I'm good and I'm bad, I'm just like a spell,
You think I'm alone but I'm doing so well.

Disguised is my path, unsure is my road,
I'm used to myself not doing what I'm told,
Confusing I stand, like smoke upon water,
Today I fall apart, tomorow I don't bother.

The one without rules, the one instigator,
The problem of the world and it's investigator,
I walk on your lands, I drink from your wine,
On top of the world still wanting to climb.

No matter how high, no matter what cost,
I'll take every road and never get lost,
I stand with no fear, disturbing the peace,
Imprisoned by myself, awaiting my release.

I'll make you love, I'll make you hate,
I'll fly back home or I'll get late,
On summer's heat on winter's chill,
I'll make you good or make you ill...