I’ve played so many parts In this virtual world I’ve been doing what might be judged as wrong I’ve pretended to be both weak and strong I have lived many different lives I’ve stepped into many different communities Into which I’ve projected my persona I’ve been fearful and brave, both master and slave Wondering all the time Which persona best fitted me How I’d best like to be Feeling like there was both a master and a slave inside me According to my mood According to the circumstance According to the type of dance I’m both cowardly and brave, both master and slave I’m both good and bad Both sane and mad Both happy and sad Both humble and proud I’m both sunshine and cloud Both peacefully calm and angrily mad Both uncovered and veiled Both ignored and craved I’m both weak and strong Both right and wrong Both cowardly and brave Both master and slave
myself ( Poetry at the Arabs much different from the poetry in the West despite the fact that the West was a very beautiful and wonderful but I had difficulty because it was not my understanding of the language is correct, but I found here was fun and wonderful and very true sense Thank you ) . . . We are friends now odai
