And I, who thinks too deeply

And I, who so sweetly whispers in your ear,

Have no reason to dislike the people I don’t know,

And I, who loves so strongly and completely,

Have no reason to suspect the worst of you,

And I, who so often sees the good in the bad,

Have no reason to draw straight lines.

The world is never as it seems

A stranger told me how the world would die,

He said its very soul would melt,

He said that we would fade into the distance,

The world as we know it is dying.

Our lives so short wasted on success,

Wasting our time on succeeding,

We spent our days blinded,

And I, who sees the beauty in all,

Have no answer to why we live so blindly.

We spent our days living on a thought,

One thought that drives our every move,

And I, who thinks too deeply,

Have thought too much about the meaning of thought.

Be that as it may, never assume yourself to be weaker

Than the very thoughts of man;

A single thought can break a heart,

A single thought can free a soul,

The ideas of man are weapons,

The ideas of man can heal.

And who am I? Who am I to say that a thought is wrong?

Who am I to say that you were wrong?

Ah but, who are you to say that you were right?