Because I have walked the roads, and I know the folly
I checked that everything happens, because it has a reason
When we were blinded sometimes, it was that we did not want to see
And the reason to be wrong, is almost always to learn
Like crazy we go around, on the wheel of life
Without even realizing, that one is the one who turns it
One becomes entangled, one orders oneself,
Self sinks, self rises
One locks himself up, and cuts his wings
You get sick yourself, you get healthy
You hate yourself, you love yourself
Only very occasionally, we discover the truth
It is becoming more difficult to start a mask
We become puppets, in the hands of destiny
For fear of confronting us, being preferred
One moves away, one returns
One loses oneself, one finds oneself
One is your luck, and more? of death
Self is the fog, self is the flame
Self lights, or oneself, goes out
Only among all we can make this a better place :)