Why must I be physical, when all I think is spiritual,
Why must I see with two eyes, when blind in both and blessed with a third,
Why must I listen and obey, to those who deserve no pity or respect,
Why must I believe only what they say.
Through closed eyes I have learned to see,
Through pained experiences I learned to feel,
Through constant encounters with spirits of all kinds I can sense anything I wish,
Through crisis after crisis I learned to know,
Through haunting memories I became more aware,
To live a life on planet earth is to know despair.