I popped my cushioned bubble to look beyond,
And what I found was astonishing.
My eyes burn from what they see,
My heart bleeds;
And this task in front of me,
It is not easy;
And this mountain I have begun to climb;
It is very steep;
And these eyes that see;
They also weep;
And this mind that learns;
It is also free;
And this soul that yearns;
It is for peace.
I asked for the reddest of pills instead of choosing the blue,
But I remember: ‘All that the red offers is the truth.’