There's something so sad
about people who try to find
their own safety in smiles of supposed liberty.

Really is a sad view
to find in those smiles fear
- so much fear and desolation -
rather than liberty and commotion.

Had my share of community living
and, must admit, it wasn't the greatest of that kind of living...
But, living "in" shouldn't mean living "out"
- out of society like there was another ground.

Such a sadness I feel in those that are trying
to go beyond fear...

It's like they're searching for themselves,
not finding, so they throw up on you their search,
for you to find.

That's nice maybe when you, yourself, are also into finding...

I found, my dear friend,
and ok I am in being alone, in that so.

Cause I found I'm not alone...
All the world people know about this.

And it is your little graveyard of talking peace and liberty
that seems to me to be so little and sad and lonely.

People that are running away from something of their own,
not from the world. Grow hair and dreadlocks,
and piercings and tattoos, and think they've found a way
to not so feel alone...

Well, for me you are the most alone people in the world!

Know why?

Because you need those things to change the way
society thinks of you - consequently the way you think about yourself.

Need a bath and a bed of yours,
your body and dreams only
to caress your fears and feelings.

Then you'll know that you are on your own
and all of us with you.

Same journey,
same home,
same destination.

Isn't that greater?

(Greater than appearing to be different
rather than being the same
with different ways?)

Thinking...