With the blue hair and light blond eyes
The desert skin and level flight
She soars so high above my chin
Looking down, the air so thin
As one with air and one with earth
Diogenes rose through her birth
I know her thoughts, though not empty
I know that they're not filled by me
To drink one's own, quench no-one's thirst
We manifest our universe
Your universe, I cannot see
Accept it once and you'll be free