While the world turns,
I have the opportunity
of freedom,
and what do I choose?

When the spirit breathes;
you have the unique quality
of admiration,
and what do you live?

{…Where does freedom lie: In our thoughts, our speech or our deeds? He who wants freedom, does he search for it or does he is it? How can you be freedom? What happens when you give others what you would like to have? What would happen if I give the freedom I want to live? }

People passing by,
people being crazy
about trash,
suffering for it,
and I ask when will
people try to understand:
Who am I?
Why do I exist?

{…In the answer, there could be silence. Silence of the thinker. Silence of the mind. Silence when thinking. Silence when speaking. Silence, but with admiration and consciousness. Silence, but with observation and love.}

Silence...
They really don't want to know,
and I see myself...
Do I? Do I try to understand?
Yes, just trying because:
Silence...
If I did understand,
I would not ask...
Do you understand?

{…Who is the thinker? Is it your image of yourself or is it something else? If our image of ourselves limits us... Can we be free with that image? How is that image called? }

What will we choose,
freedom or time?
Who I think I am
or who I am?