Who is the clown?
Who is the fool?
Which one knows that he is blame?
And which one is last in the game?
I can hear the voice, why can they?
I am glad i wasn’t born into your world
It would be sad to be born into a world that does not believe in love anymore
I’m not wrong
They say, they understand me
But i can’t stand to be understood
I like for people to like me
But they can’t understand why i don’t belong to anyone
Who am i?
I’m all of you
I belong to everyone
Because i belong to no one
In my World, there is no time
Time is being born and dying
Beyond time is living without being afraid
Without trying to catch someone or run away from so many
Eric Burdon, 1970