I am half the man I am.
When in myself I don’t believe.
Half the steam, half of the love.
Half of the bright will to live.

I smile half of my smiles,
When my flowers don’t bloom,
I run half of the miles,
Weighed down by clouds of gloom.

I dance half of the time,
With doubts in every step.
With this scared heart of mine,
When it is a wreck.

I see only half my blessings
When the night blinds my soul
The naive kid, forgetting
Within lies a heart of Gold.

Half of the time I wonder,
Why I’m half the man in me, just
Is it a cosmic blunder,
Or is it myself I don’t trust?