never have I felt so morally trapped
never has my essence been so black
forever I can't look into that room
and be so happy with that
which I have mistaken for happiness

all the songs I have in my heart
have no voice to melodically say
all the music I have in my soul
have no fingers which it could play
all the words I have spill patiently
into a fountain of black and white
draining of reason and colour
to blend into one lonely night

never have I felt so certain (I'm sure...)
that I'm no longer any closer to the shore
as the butterflies gave way
to an ocean of jellyfish
and the trees in the horizon
are little more than just sticks

I'm ready to float into the universe
because beyond is what a soul sees
I will give up this existence
and let my master be the breeze

and hope that in the next life
I'm not trapped into something
that is as useless as a body
that learns nothing