If you see me under the light
Alone and walking
In the middle of the night
It's not because I'm lost
And missing who I was before.
It's not that I'm alone
And you're out there on your own.
If you can't see anybody at my side
It's not because I'm not worthed
Or I feel somewhat shy:
I had passed through a lot of passions,
Emotions, personalities and dissolutions;
Now, I see myself more complete
When I am a whole
Sharing my thoughts with no peeps
For I know it's not their world.
In this long night walk
No eclipse it's happening:
I thank the clouds, they protect me
By putting shades on the path I'm following.
Nothing looks like
Anything I've seen before...
Am I doing something wrong?
Perhaps this is not my way
As Sinatra always said
I feel pretentious
But I am somewhat conscious.
It is braver to have clay in your hand
Nobody has ever before had
And create a world
Where just the inacceptable
Can fit in it, and not a bit more.
So, weird beings,
Take and bring your personalities
And initiate a parallel something else;
And if you ever feel lonely, thus
Remember: in your head there's a genius.