How easy it would be, if I could mold you like clay.

make you into my dreams, strip your soul away.

Life hands us presents, then tears them away.

Greedy and selfish, we fight for our way

Gentle tears of creation, of some benevolent love.

Given freely for the masses, taken only by some.

Don't group me in the masses, I alone stand.

I am what matters, the rest are just bland.

From whence I came, I shall return.

Nothing more than dust, arguing out of turn.

Spare me your glances, o indifference and hate.

I take not from your table, I share not your fate.