I clench my fists instinctively Chilly wind of orders Quells in me zeal I am like a man-machine Ensnared by will-power This is right and this is wrong Empty grimace on my face
Under constraint My wandering thought Stirs up shiver of anxiety What I have lost - I know! Louder and louder I hear Ice cracking that I am standing on
That is me - the missed fire I treat to blurred smile Newer and newer words Ensnared by will-power This is right and this is wrong