I woke up one fine day In a form the earth called 'man' I, with no roots to bind I, with no name to carry Wondered whether I will have a place On this land, amongst this race But what happened next Truly left me perplexed For the world wanted me to have a name The world wanted me to have a faith An identity to judge, whether to be kind or hold a grudge Fine! I said, My name shall be bubble And my faith, love For I'm naive and a newborn And not yet corrupt Fragile as water, clear like so And with the wind I shall flow They rebelled at the thought That I might be a pagan in disguise, or worse, a nullifidian For there was no faith as love And no name as bubble And if left to float, my faith shall be trouble They gave me one last chance To defend the body I own From the spears, blades and stone Choose a faith, they said A faith from the pano