I was discouraged once

From being me



In a meaningless life

Full of contradiction

To be or not to be

Is that the question?

Maybe the question is

Should I be me?

And in searching for the answer to this

Identities are lost

Dreams, of course

Become nightmares

And visionaries, of course

Become blind

For to see who you are

Is to be who you are

And to be who you are

Is to live a free life