I want to be true to myself,
and tell of lies no more.
I want to explore congruency,
and cease the inner wars.
How can I create peace,
if I haven't known it yet?
To live in utter bliss,
and be free of hatred's debt.
Who am I?
I am who I pretend to be,
who is really no on at all.
I only am when I am free.
Well, when will I be free?
When I finally realize
that I always have been
and take off this silly guise.
To be scared of one's habits
is to let them defeat.
I want to change
and let that change complete.
I know the way to love,
and I know what I must do;
it is only first
that to myself I be true.