“Why am I fighting to live,If I am just living to fight Why am I trying to see. When there aint nothing in sightWhy am I trying to give, When no one gives me a try Why am I dying to live,If I am just living to die?”

“why am i dying to live, if im just living to die?”

“I am dead because I have no desire,I have no desire because I think I possess,I think I possess because I do not try to give;Trying to give, I see that I have nothing,Seeing that I have nothing, I try to give myself,Trying to give myself, I see that I am nothing,Seeing that I am nothing, I desire to become,Desiring to become, I live.”

“Why am I afraid to dance, I who love music and rhythm and grace and song and laughter? Why am I afraid to live, I who love life and the beauty of flesh and the living colors of the earth and sky and sea? Why am I afraid to love, I who love love?”

“Why am I trying to become what I don’t want to be … when all I want is out there, waiting for me the minute I say I know who I am.”

“I am what I am. Why fight what you can’t change?”