I keep paintings of myself in the past
Cause my memories couldn't ever last
In the depths of the night where lanterns cast
In a hope to find my reality but.. Alas!

Over the Canvas my sword Gashed
Entered the world that would never last
A misery...a monster... so grand .....
I Became knight in shining armour and attacked
But it was all an act...a stagecraft ...
And I a miscast .....
Where is the Artist ? Where is the story ? Is this my reality which would last ?

I ran to search for my Neverland...
Canvas yet again black, white , and dammed.
Reality became abstract ..
If I closed my eyes and did witchcraft...

Maybe I will find Rembrandt....
Maybe I will find Rembrandt....