I come to this place of solitude
The desire is in my mind
I write something about life
Something about you
The words aren't always precise
It's just how I feel at the time
And there stands a thin line
Between what's not Tue and is
Most of my writings are true
But the feeling is different
Not the same as I felt back then
It's like I have a new pair of glasses
And can see clearly in hindsight