Rip that costume from your flesh
The role you play has left
You naked in the morning
Do you ever consider
That you are more than just a breadwinner
More than just a wageslave
A sainted city sinner
Being is
More than breathing
More than waking
Sex or sleeping
More than mother
More than friend
More than just
A means to an end
Being is
More than artist
More than brother
More than just
The faces we display
For each other
Being is
More than service
More than serving
More than clothed
Or naked soul
More than the parts
More than the whole
More than drifting
From wake to sleeping
More than sowing seeds
Or reaping
Being is
Waking and doing
Without defining
And thereby losing
The feel for feeling
Your way through
Being