Whatever the night may reveal
Or the day may choose to conceal
It is of no consequence to my being
If I cannot discern between morning or evening

However intrigue may make us smile
Or how the self-evident nature of man may beguile
It is of no consequence to my being
If I cannot understand the way I should be living

Whenever fear failed to dissuade me
Or courage only became stupidity
It is of no consequence to my being
Because reason was something I was missing

Whoever loved me in spite of my reticence
Or who walked away despite my penitence
It is of no consequence to my being
If I cannot understand what I am feeling