The one with you is You.
There was a little girl
So innocent and pure,
So beautiful and nude.
She was na;ve and dummy little comet
Who saw light all around
And flew away unbound
Through that awfully big world.
She lived within a dream,
A poet and a painter.
A fantasy was there?
She was a clear beam.
No looking back, just forth,
She’d sneak to cry alone,
Feeling full an empty, both.
But how to get where’s lie and
Where’s the truth?
Who’s bad and who is good?
And if the core is not to be proved?
And to accept
With no lies and with no fuss –
The world is free from emptiness.
For you - you are the best.
The one for her is you.
All changes for the better,
No matter how you get there.
Stay open and be honest to yourself.
Forgive and trust forever.
Your shining heart is clever,
As it opens all the ways.
And you will get
Where’s lie and where’s the truth,
Who’s bad and who is good?
And is there any core
To be proved?
And you’ll accept
With no lies and with no proofs –
Your soul now is full.
The one with you is You.
What’s lying over there?
Take offs and falling down,
Life manuals in bounds…
Your life is yours, don’t hesitate, go for it.
Without any pity
And thankful as you may be –
Through the way that’s only yours.
It’s time to get – no lie and there’s no truth.
Each one is in his own way good.
And yes, the core comes out of your mood.
To undertake with no fuss and with no fools –
It’s you who fills the room.
The one with you is You.