Not Separate
“The I of Isolation
In prison, enjoys suffering
The I, interdependent
Shall transcend itself”
Teachers in the school of life
I am not separate from you
Lovers, explorers of intimacy
Always in my heart
All those projected, projected upon
Innocence and intelligence made me cry
From my arrogance and fear
Those whose actions where rightfully judged
You too helped to sharpen intelligence (although you´re killing it)
The I of isolation
In prison, enjoys suffering
The I recognizing interdependence
Shall transcend itself
Be proud to admit
That you are a human being
Sensitive, capable of love and intimacy
What more can be given?
Be proud to admit
That you are a human being
Sensitive
What more can be given?
The I of isolation
In prison, enjoys suffering
The I, interdependent
Shall transcend itself
