My loneliness was always full of love
And full of words, music, and painting
Full of passion,
Without following
Any fashion.
I used to watch how people connect with my soul.
I would have become fascinated by their attitudes
But not by a spark of their precious jewellery
Their silky skin
Or fine body.
Shame, their attitude lies so low.
My words would have repelled a corrupted soul.
My music would have neutralized prejudice.
The leaves in my paintings never had a hole.
And they never sold.
My dearest world!
How late I discovered the wealth behind imperfection!
How late I discovered the credibility of corruption!
The happiness behind pretention!
The pride behind segregation!
The victory of patriots behind
The other children, men, and women
Dying of starvation.
But I will lead my own way.
I will keep picturing the world
A perfect place for all.
I know very well
That I am fooling myself
But I will lead my own way.
It's the better thing to do.
