We are exactly the same, you and I,
As a shallow pond, as the abysmal sky
There is a mean little bully in all of us,
As is the instinct to protect for love,
It’s a universal mix He granted thus.
It is ‘I’ who prefers this and not that,
It makes me who I am and all that I am not.
Blame me for my impending fate—
Good or bad, happy or sad,
I am responsible and I am my master true.
My importance in my life is supreme
Otherwise, there is no difference between me and you.