Do I look to be that man who seeks forgiveness
Or one who turns his compulsions into addictions
Do I seem to be that lost soul who now says:
Please show me the way, this time I will follow
Do I appear to be that untidy man who has lost hope
That is in the sense of tidying oneself up
Do I strike you as that strict person, who states
That all has been done correctly, for it is his way
Do I stand out as the onlooker, that waverer
Who does not know when to stand or sit
Do you believe me to be the non-believer
Who truly has no idea at all whether to sing or to pray
