Can you feel what I feel, do you feel that craze?
Do you know what I know, have you been through that maze?
Do you see what I see when around me I look?
Have you too taken the time to write the chapters of your book?

Do you suffer like I suffer because of causes to you unknown?
Do you hurt and feel the pain, or numb have you grown?
Can you listen to your beating heart, or has reason become too strong?
Are you still as human as me, yet for divinity long?

Can you say you are nothing and still walk around with grace?
Can you stand in the mirror with yourself face to face?
Do you spend those few moments feeling grateful your're alive?
Do you stand infront of the enormous redness of the setting sun and in it wish to dive?