A friendly word in my mind meant gospels
But the glittering salvation never came
How self absorbed I was
To wish a **** into a violet

Vain hypocrisy I was to wish
How vain I am not
For deep inside is the longing for friendly words
Shallow and sweet

How shall I tell you
Of my final success
Of withdrawal and dismissal
As I purged myself of vanity

I let go of my skin, and was free at last
I needed no word from any flower or jewel
I accepted
And the world of weeds and flowers disappeared

Peace, true, peace.