Userpage You have made me to a stranger

                                  The foreign Body

                    Is it my heart in this breast?
                 That's beat as if I had to live with joy?
                 Is it my mouth, saying
                 Now whether I should like or not?
                  
                 Is it my will that I live,
                 And I give my best ervery day?
                 Are this my eyes,who see things? 
                 Is it my mind, who want to understand it?
                 
                 Are this my legs, who carry me? 
                 My arms, which rise to the heaven?
                 Are that my hands, who write?
                 Are this my fingers, who touching me?
                 
                 I know me, I'm not this body,
                 This body is foreign to me.
                 It's not my spirit, not my soul
                 No, it's all yours!