In the quietness of my room i ponder your existence
Never quite knowing the direction of my own questioning.

Is it me who seeks thee or does thee seek i?
Reality is unstable in the confines of this place.

Oh i mock myself with the baton of self doubt
for thee has beckoned me this very night.

For my blindness i see very well the ways of thee
But my dreams and actions refer to a different life.

You command I draw breath for thee
i give you more... Maybe i am naive and my timing is wrong.

I feel i am talking to air but the air is filled with spirit
I do feel a twist in my fate... my fallen self is testimony to this.