If I were born into this world alone
would I cry in self-pity?
No one that I could compare myself with
Insanity wouldn't even exist

I would befriend the rocks and the trees
And the river, who would offer me a drink
So bountiful in his sharing and beauty
learn from him I would; inside me flows charity!

But in this world I learn from others
And they set a standard for how I should act
Well I just want to be like the river
He teaches me how to be a giver
While people teach me how to want
'till greed will lead me to my grave
Sick in their manifested dreams
An ocean of complexities
Born into this world with others,
Must I die depraved?

Alas, is why,
even though with knowledge, I
dream of wearing a tacky hat,
asking, "Would you like fries with that?"

The naked world in my mind's glance has made me see
why that I believe is the perfect place for me.