I used to think
That the world didn’t need me
That if I’m gone
No one will be in pain

I used to live
As if my life was small
And I give away myself
To others I thought about

I used to see
The lack in my being
That I can’t be
What others needed

I used to dream
For the pleasure of their heart
And the love they might spare
To me when I’m down

Eventually
I lost myself
I became
A mixture of other things

It was a choice
To live or to die
What's the point
What is the point?

But l heard a gentle voice
That led me to an epiphany
At the root of my suffering
Lies a hidden questioning

Who am I?
What am I?

Then began the journey
of a tiny hope that lived
To really see and understand why
To really know everything

Years passed
Life has shown me many things
Each brought me closer to the answer
I began to see
The reason for my suffering

I now see
The world as a mystery
It is not known
But I cry at its beauty

I now dream
Of nothing but love
Nothing but myself
Nothing but this

I now live
As a flower in the field
As a being in a dream
As a moment
of love

I no longer think
I just live
And I love
And I am
That...