In the shadow that crosses my face,
My head as it bows in humbling disgrace.
These endless thoughts turn to dust,
when have I not known any trust?
All this change tends to make me strange.
I float like a tattered leaf hidden among trees.
Have I known any set ways?
Or will I always be astray?
Will I only know lust?
Or will I find that ultimate love?
When will I be so sure, that you will feel I am pure?
That I will not bow down to anything so obscure.
How can you see me so beautiful and happy too,
when all I fell inside is something so unreal.
I wish to be unfeeling, maybe then I can be so believing.
All I can do is listen and watch your face,
just live and fade in the space.