I regret the day I had to talk about it
   to express my own highly biased advice
   to confront views and experiences
   nothing is neutral, all is real life
   I leave aside sincerity
   I take my opinion for granted
  
   If one day, I should go
   if some day, I should die
   talk about me with my own words,
   through my own dreams
   for there is no other truth than mine
   for I take my sincerity for a fact.
  
   I thought myself a moderate man,
   floating just below the surface
   loaded with ideals and kindly dreams.
   I wished so much for the truth
   And the good to triumph
   I tried too hard to shelter conflicting views,
   then realized I was intolerance itself.
  
   Trough the complexity of our minds
   the labyrynth of our consciences,
   we forever face our own reality
   our wounded souls constantly struggle
   we want too much to soothe, then regret it bitterly
   we try too hard to persuade
   then loose all our certainties
  
   subjectivity...