Wherefore
Am I here
What
Should I feel
I'm like driftwood
Amongst wuthering foaming waves
Upon which
Time is floating past myself
While I
Try
To catch it and to
Retain
But
It slips out of my hands
How
Will it continue
Where
Will it end
Why
Am I so blank
I want to refill with
Dreams, colours, ideas
You
Are so far away and
Still
Deep inside my soul
Tied
Just let me alone
Hold
Me