Sometimes I dream, as I look in the mirror at my reflection
That the outside of me, could reflect the inner me, without subjection
to these pre-set minds, the ones who hide like swine, behind the maze of vines
in the jungle, which we call our normal human minds.
Is it really normal to judge not the mind, but the outside?
What would it be like, a different esteem, A different team?
Sometimes I dream. But for now... I wonder what this misery means.
What's it like, to be so great, and so free?
Who would see me, or even, just let me be seen?
What it means to me, to see, and let others be seen
Is that I think of me, who just wishes, that he could be seen
not as mean, or lean, or a fighting machine,
But as someone to love, 'cause for me, that love's the only dream