I am but free
That is the standing me
I am but made of soul
I am but free
That is the sitting me
I am but made of all
And in this way
The thoughtful me
Finds another line
And in this way
The careful me
Follows a simple sign
I watch the water droplets
Suspended on the twig
I thus watch the life
I watch the twig
Unsettled by the breeze
I thus sense the strife
