We miss our own phrase in the sea of thought like a maze. No praise or blame, yet we're sometimes trapped in a daze. In countless blisters, walking on uneven floor we've got to go through before. The despair shuts the door.
I sing my song like everlasting notes. When I feel that I'm lost, I just keep my eyes closed. Gone by the breeze, I find that I'm on my feet. Here I am to live my time. Here I am to forge my mind.